RWS-186  Teacher's Secret Desire
[aka 'Ruby's Secret Desire']
(Carlotta Graham)


Chapter 1

"Good God, Malcolm honey, let me catch my breath! A big strong man like you could
kill a girl just kissin' her!" Ruby Harper gasped playfully, a teasing frown-on her hard
young face.
Her long, brown legs kicked visibly in the air above the broad, fragrant field of alfalfa as
she struggled to free herself, from the clasping arms of the dungareed man who lay on
the ground beside her. At last, she broke loose from his embrace and sat up under the
cloudless blue September sky, squinting a little at the dazzling brilliance of the noonday 
sun as she glanced warily around: The smooth green sea of alfalfa in which they
rested seemed to extend for miles in all directions. It was deserted as far as the eye
could see, except for the bumble bees drifting lazily over the tiny purple blossoms and
Lucifer, Ruby's huge black German Shepherd, who romped happily in the lush,
overgrown field a few yards away from the reclining couple.
Satisfied that she and her boyfriend were alone, Ruby leaned back on her elbows in the
high grass, humming a melody of a sultry ballad under her breath. Her deep hazel eyes
smouldered seductively under her freshly-curled mop of golden blonde hair as, with a
deft little wriggle of her lithe young torso, she slid her wide-necked blouse down over
one sun-tanned shoulder. The loose cotton fabric slithered easily down over her upper
arm, exposing the high rounded curve of one of her small hard breasts and she winked
suggestively at the pale-haired shirtless man who was sprawled out beside her.
"Besides, Malcolm, all that kissin' is kid stuff," she went on in the same pouting tone.
"Don't you want a little of the real thing before Jed calls you back to work? We ain't
got much of your lunch time left."
"Hey there, gal, don't you go worrying about my time. You ain't gettin' paid for this
one, remember?" Malcolm Weaver growled irritably beside her.
The farm-hand shifted his long rangy frame in the alfalfa and rolled slowly over on top
of her, pinning her slim, wriggling body to the dirt with his male weight. "I'm your
man, Ruby, not one of those dumb suckers who come to see you at Hazel's place.
Nobody's gonna come bangin' on the door when my twenty minutes are up." He lifted
his head and his sallow hatchet-sharp face glowered down at her, as though daring her
to disagree.
But Ruby just tossed her head and laughed impudently. Her work in Hazel's "sporting
house" in the local village of Richland Crossing paid well, and, in the over-worked
Indiana farm lands, people had been tightening their belts for many years. She was the
shameless black sheep daughter of a poor local family, now disowned by her
scandalized parents and financially all the better for it. With a low, throaty chuckle, the
young country whore ran her red-nailed fingers through Malcom's sun-whitened hair
and ground her slim mini-skirted hips brazenly up into his jeans-clad groin. Though
she felt a hardening bulge against the practiced movement of her hungry pelvis, the tall,
bony man above her obstinately refused to respond to her sensuous teasing.
"Aw, Honey, you know I save it all up for you, no matter how much I pretend with the
customers," she murmured petulantly, her long eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at
him. "I just can't stand it – I get so all-fired hot around you. My poor little pussy feels
like it's just gonna twitch right off me and walk away by itself – if you don't do
something real quick."
Above her, the lanky farmhand stiffened and Ruby smiled slyly to herself, momentarily
certain that her lewd words had caused the desired effect, making him so aroused that
he would forget his jealousy of the dozens of other men who made love to her for
money every week. But then, with an angry movement that left her open-mouthed with
surprise, he jerked away from her shapely, prostrate form and rose to his feet. She
gaped up at his towering figure as he wrenched a little leather pouch from his pocket
and began to roll himself a cigarette from the tobacco inside it.
"Aw, Honey..." she said softly. "Don't leave me down here all by myself."
"Don't give me any of your sweet talk, you slut," he spat down at her, pausing to lick
the gum on the cigarette paper before he went on. His pale face was blotched with fury
and there were spots of red on it. Ruby saw his hand tremble as he lit the new-made
cigarette. "I told you and told you... I don't want to hear no more about your whorin'!
How do you think that makes a man feel, knowing you fuck anyone who'll pay you,
anyone, man or woman, and even... even...?" He clamped his thin lips whitely together,
too angered to go on.
All tenderness left Ruby's eyes as she heard Malcolm denigrating the very work that
had often supported him after he had drunk away his meager paycheck. The hardened
young blonde had early in life decided that it was better to live well than to be moral;
much better to get a kick out of every minute she could than to waste her life planting
and picking crops for a new dress every three years, like her mother and sisters did. No,
she had a good comfortable life now, as nice a house as anyone in town and free drinks
on top of that. She did not have to take anything from anybody – including him. Ruby
looked up at Malcolm and her red curving Ups opened out in a cold chuckle that came
from a bitterness far beyond her twenty-three years.
"That's right. Honey, I don't need you," she nodded coldly. "I've always got a lady's
best friend, my dog. Come here, Lucifer, you know how to please me."
Within a few seconds, the huge black German Shepherd was standing obediently next
to Malcolm, panting a little from his brief sprint when he had been chasing butterflies.
The great brute's golden eyes sparkled joyfully and his bushy tail sprang back and forth
against the farmhand's leg as Lucifer slopped wet kisses on Ruby's face. Though her
pert nose wrinkled under his cold, lapping tongue, the golden-haired girl immediately
reached out and began to stroke gently at the underside of the big dog's powerful
flanks, teasing at the smooth, hairless belly with her long lacquered nails. She gazed up
at her boyfriend in smiting defiance as the monstrous animal began to respond to her
touch almost instantly, whining softly in the depths of his throat as his thick canine
cock started to swell in its furry sheath. Ruby pressed her fingertips on either side of the
hardening shaft, stroking it back and forth until suddenly the pointed dripping tip of
the scarlet rod of flesh appeared, oozing out of its fleshy casing, while Lucifer's
hindquarters trembled in eager anticipation.
"Lucifer here knows a good thing when he sees it," Ruby said pointedly, " and he don't
make no remarks about where my money comes from. In fact, he even helps out a little
when somebody's got enough money to pay for him to put on a show with me. What
do you do for me anyway, Malcolm, except buy your buddies drinks at the bar?"
"I give you my big cock. Sugar, that's what," Malcolm replied gruffly. Still, it was
apparent that his mind was only half on his words as his pale, watery blue eyes drank
in the obscene spectacle of the huge furry beast's tapered red cock swelling and jerking
spasmodically under the gentle touch of Ruby's knowing fingers. It was not die first
tune he had seen the pretty young whore arousing her hairy brute dog. Hell, he
reminded himself, he had helped to train the monster to perform every lewd act that
Ruby's perverted imagination could produce but the sight never failed to mesmerize
him. The blonde girl's smooth golden thighs were slightly spread as she lay on the
ground and beneath her hiked-up miniskirt, he could see the crotch of her pink nylon
panties becoming wet with the passionate juices of her loins. The bronze-colored pubic
hairs that wisped out around the elastic legbands gleamed brightly in the sunlight,
catching the farmhand's eye until he felt his own long, soft prick begin to throb to life
under his faded dungarees.
"Yeah, you may just be a two-bit slut, but my cock sure does like that sweet little cunt
of yours," he grudgingly admitted as he began to unfasten the buckle of his belt.
Ruby said nothing but stared teasingly up at him as she saw the fabric of his blue jeans
become tented, stretching with the bulky pole of flesh that was pulsing to stiffness
beneath it. She felt his appreciative eyes playing lewdly over the curves and valleys of
her lush, scantily-clad body and hot ripples of desire rushed through the sensitive
nerve-ends, under her skin. Her lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on his loins as he
pulled down the zipper of his trousers and dropped his pants, jerking his hardening
prick free from its confinement. The long, thick, purple-veined member jutted out
above his heavily dangling testicles and rose stiffly up along his lean belly. She arched
her body slightly, forgetting the great rutting animal that stood beside her as she eyed
every inch of Malcolm's hard penis spearing up into the air. Then she sighed, "Even if
you were the worst man alive, I'd still want that wonderful prick of yours. You know
damned well that it's the biggest and the best, you mean bastard. You know I want you.
I want you to give me the screwing of my life!"
"Well, shoo that dog away, Sugar, and you're gonna get it – and good!" Malcolm
promised quickly, his injured male ego goading him on as much as the tempting sight
of her voluptuous body sprawled beneath him in the thick alfalfa.
Ruby hesitated, staring hungrily for a moment at the slippery length of dog-cock that
was jerking rhythmically now below Lucifer's panting belly. Then she hurriedly made
up her mind. The huge black German Shepherd was with her day and night, but she
saw Malcolm only a few times a week. "Go on, boy, get away now," she crisply ordered
the slavering beast. "You go on and play. I got a real man here to take care of me."
"That's right, Lucifer. Just watch me, and you might learn something," the farmhand
said smugly, pushing the dog away as he sunk to the ground beside the young whore.
Ignoring the great animal who was slowly backing away, whining softly in
disappointment, Ruby began to teasingly strip off her clothing. She smiled invitingly at
her boyfriend as she crossed her arms and pulled her cotton blouse up over her head.
As the garment lifted, her creamy, apple-hard breasts appeared, unfettered by the
modesty of a brassiere. The small, firm globes moved sensuously when she tossed away
the flimsy blouse, then curved down over her flat belly as she leaned up to unfasten the
side-zipper of her skimpy dart. With one deft movement, she peeled the cotton skirt
and the silky panties down over her long, slender legs, kicking the garment away. A
teasing female smile played over her red wet lips as she opened her smooth voluptuous
thighs to Malcolm's greedy gaze. It was obvious that she was excited. The tiny
dewdrops of moisture rising in the soft, hair-fringed crevice between her legs were
clearly apparent and glistened in the open sunlight as she shamelessly exposed her
nakedly waiting vagina to his hotly piercing eyes.
Malcolm's breath began to grow harsh as he reached over and dragged her closer to
him with the strength of his arms, sliding one hand down to the taut softness of her
buttocks and cupping them roughly. Her slim, sinewy body was warm and soft against
his and she raised her face to his mouth, locking her lips hungrily to his as her
experienced hand searched down between them for his heavily throbbing cock. He
moaned softly as her fingers closed hotly around his throbbing length barely encircling
the thick shaft. Breathing more urgently, she crushed the full length of her naked body
against his rangy frame and ground her hungrily moving pelvis tightly into him before
suddenly twisting her torso and pulling him over on top of her. Her long, graceful legs
were open wide to receive him. Beads of sweat began to glimmer lightly on the exposed
flesh of their entwined forms under the hot sun, the brilliant light beating down on
them, casting sharp shadows in the curves and hollows of their writhing limbs.
Ruby pulled the pale man even more tightly to her and ran her hands searchingly down
over his hard buttocks, exploring eagerly his lean contours. His huge cock was resting
hard against her sensitive inner thighs, pressed tightly into the narrow pink slit of her
moistly spread pussy. She curved up for a moment, levering them both off the ground
with the strength of her back. Then, reaching down under her nakedly upthrust
buttocks with both hands, he parted her desire-swollen vaginal lips slowly, giving his
rampant penis better contact with the wet tingling flesh. Then she relaxed and fell back
to the cushiony growth of the alfalfa, his cock trapped tightly in the hot, softly yielding
crevice, between her slippery inner thighs. Inflamed by the movement, Malcolm
wormed his hands between her shoulders and the softness of the grass, pulling his
palms down over the soft curves of her back and hips. His rough fingers felt the raised
edges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her aroused young
body up against him in a slow, teasing motion, a rhythm that made the sinews of her
female muscles ripple lightly like small fish just under the surface of her thin skin. The
secret professional strength in her body was evident now as the tenseness of the cords
in her thighs twined like silk ropes around the outsides of his loins.
"God, you gotta feel better than anything on earth," Ruby moaned as she lifted her
head to once more smash her soft lips against his, writhing the flat surface of her
stomach up against him. She left welts, small trails of red across his back where she
raked her long fingernails. Then, losing all control, the aroused farmhand pushed his
hands farther down beneath her, squeezing the roundness of her milk-white buttocks in
the palms of his hands, pulling her ready loins up tighter against his own. He moved
up and down slowly, teasing her in return, running the rigidity of his full length up and
down in the wide-spread vaginal slit, sensing it become even more saturated by the
second with the wetness from her passion. Her smooth, satin-white asscheeks began a
more frantic rotation up against him until, suddenly, without warning, her legs shot out
wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the backs of his thighs and
trapping him tightly to her.
"Now, Honey, put it in me now," she demanded against his tightly clenched teeth, her
eyes shut as her pelvis ground away at him like a pelt of softly curling down with a
mind of its own.
As soon as she relaxed a little, Malcolm started to move, but she moved faster. Her
hands came down between them and circled greedily around his stiff throbbing cock,
guiding it desperately between the lips of her hot, desire-drenched pussy. He groaned
above her as he felt her slide it up and down between her legs, parting the soft
moistened hair of her cunt with the pulsating blood-engorged head. The fleshy lips
nibbled hungrily at it, causing it to spring to greater hardness until he felt certain that
the aching pressure of the blood would burst it along its vein-thickened length. He
could hold back no longer and crashed his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust.
He drove himself with a flesh-rending mercilessness into the gaping hot mouth of her
cunt.
"Aaaaah," Ruby groaned beneath him in pained surprise. He felt the warm elastic inner
tissue slip smoothly over his sensitive male flesh as he entered her brutally. It was as
though she were a country virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was much
easier and better because he knew she could control her cuntal muscles that way every
time she was fucked.
Malcolm's long heavy cock slammed up into her hot wet cunt almost to the full depths
of her heaving belly, warm and tight at first, squeezing the hard length of the shaft and
then easing as the wetness surrounded him, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he hit bottom, his testicles slamming hard against the rounded cheeks of her
tightly clenching buttocks. Ruby moaned like an animal beneath him, twisting away
momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain, but he lunged harder, ramming his
pelvis more solidly into her cringing loins so that there was no escape for her. She was
helplessly impaled and he lay still for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry
to subside... and yet Malcolm was full of masculine pride that he could actually
dominate a wanton woman like Ruby Harper. He was on top, had the commanding
position, and he knew that she loved every second of it. Even in the midst of his
arousal, he could not forget that this girl beneath him was a whore, and yet, God! she
loved it when he fucked her! He knew his cock was bigger than anyone else's and
because of it, she was his to do with as he pleased, how he pleased. Just the idea of the
power he possessed made him feel more animal and virile than with any other woman.
He had her flat little belly skewered now, by God, and just for the fun of it, he flicked
the head deep up inside her again to bring another long, low moan from deep in her
throat.
Malcolm squirmed and ground his loins heavily down onto the writhing velvety flesh
beneath him as she strained back under him, arching up inches off the earth with the
strength of her hungry upward thrusts. She groaned ceaselessly beneath him, receiving
his pounding body, opening and closing her trembling legs around his hips as she
worked up and down in the primitive rhythm of mating, her moist lips gaping open
wide and her head flailing wildly from side to side on the ground in crazed wantonness.
"How do you like it, Sugar? Ain't that better than that hound dog, Lucifer – now tell
me!" Malcolm said tauntingly, the words spaced between breathless grunts as he
labored over her. He got satisfaction from tormenting her, using her as a scapegoat to
revenge himself for all of the proper, haughty women throughout his life, who had
scorned him because of his ugly face and gangling limbs.
"Yes, yesss, I love it!... Now, put a finger in my ass! Pleeeease," she implored him, her
dazed greenish eyes flashing, unseeing, looking up at him but through him.
He was as aroused as she was now, and her request did not take him aback, not even
for a moment. Before he had met Ruby, he had never known of a woman who actually
wanted to be fucked in this way, but he quickly reached under her, between her hotly
clenching buttocks as he hammered rhythmically into the eagerly working wetness of
her cunt. She lifted her quivering ass a little to help him as he stretched wide the crevice
between the softly yielding cheeks, probing uncertainly with the tip of his middle finger
for the tight puckered opening. Then he found it. There was a small rivulet of warm
moisture running down into the widespread cleft from where he could feel his hard rod
of flesh sawing into her. It wetted the tiny elastic hole, lubricating it slightly as he
nudged experimentally for a moment with the end of his finger. Feeling it give a little,
he pushed harder and then suddenly the tight hairless nether ring gave way completely
and his finger popped in up to the second knuckle. She leapt upwards, the pain of the
intrusion registering on her face. Then, before he could fully enjoy it, the expression of
pain on her face was gradually changing to one of what seemed to be masochistic
pleasure.
"More, more!" Ruby pled. "Oh God, stick it in deeper!" He pushed in farther, worming
his finger in until it was buried all the way up to the palm of his hand. She winced
again, but despite the pain, he felt her suddenly begin to screw her ass back hard down
on his invading finger. Grinning triumphantly, he moved it around inside, rotating it
deeper and deeper up into the fleshy depths of her rectum, until at last, through the
thin wall of flesh that separated the two passages, he could feel the underside of his
heavily swollen prick sliding rhythmically in and out of her. He began to skewer her
between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she moaned and twisted
ceaselessly below him. His fingernail caught slightly on the tender inner flesh of her
rectal walls, scraping them and she jerked but then caught up the cadence again,
splaying wide her legs to allow him full access to the ravishment of her wide-stretched
anal passage.
Malcolm could feel his huge penis throbbing, seething inside her, growing and
expanding in her spread-open vagina from the exquisite pressure damming up in his
sperm-laden balls as they slapped with heavy dull thuds against her desperately
straining buttocks beneath. He began to ram his finger into her tiny anus with long
hard strokes in time to the deep plungings of his cock in her pussy, trying to bring her
over the crest to her climax. He could tell that she was almost there as she gripped his
pounding body tightly between her upthrust thighs, contracting them around him to
the savage tempo of his merciless thrusts into her. He could hear her gasping beneath
him, the sounds coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over
them. He fucked into her relentlessly, without mercy, exerting all his strength to bring
the luscious blonde to orgasm as well as himself.
"Yes, yes, yesss, fuuuuucck meeeee, harddddd!" she chanted, uttering all the obscene
words that she could think of to excite him more. She drove her slender ankles and
heels into his driving buttocks, spurring him on, jack-knifing her legs back and up
tightly against her firm white breasts, flattening them hard back into her chest. Her eyes
rolled like shiny dice in her desire-contorted face.
Suddenly she screamed, "I'm cumming, Honey! I'm cummmming!"
Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic abandon as she repeated the almost incoherent
statement over and over to herself until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass
of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning might be anything. She stretched
back her thighs tighter against her writhing upper body until the entirety of her pink,
wide-stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to fuck and use at will. Her ankles
were wedged under his shoulders, locked, behind his neck, her groin squirming beneath
him in a kind of insane dance of wild raw ecstasy. Her mouth still hung agape and she
looked completely through his twisted face as though he were not really there, fucking
her silly.
She screamed then, a low gurgling kind of banshee scream that seemed to go on and
on, and their two panting bodies slapped brutally together. Ruby Harper's delicate
nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up higher on his rigid thrusting prick,
fastening herself to him with all her strength while her loins jerked crazily in the throes
of female orgasm. She caught her breath and held it for an interminable minute, then
exhaled it as though she had been hit in the stomach by an angry fist, her body finally
collapsing down on the crushed alfalfa beneath them. She lay motionless except for the
uncontrollable quivering of her mercilessly stretched cunt still clenched tightly around
his thick, deeply-embedded cock. He pushed far into her and lay quiet, allowing her a
moment of rest as he throbbed the muscles of his prick deep in her hot moist vaginal
tunnel. It was all Malcolm could do to keep from starting up the humping into her
again and he wished impatiently that she would come to life again.
"Oh, Honey, that was beautiful," she said gaspingly. "I don't care if you are mean to
me, you're the best fuck I've ever had in my life..."
"Yeah, but you've got more work to do," the pale-haired farm laborer hissed down at
her, the building pressure in his testicles making him more impatient now for
fulfillment.
"I know. I'd like to do something special for you because you gave me such a good
time," she said softly. "Why don't you lie down here beside me, Honey, and let me do
the work for a change?"
Malcolm was not certain what she meant but reluctantly eased himself out of her, his
hard pulsing cock sliding wetly out of the deliciously clasping warmth of her pussy. He
wanted to leave it inside the moist hot channel, then quickly fuck her again until the
impatiently boiling liquid overflowed his aching balls and erupted deep inside her – but
now that Ruby had cum, he knew that he had lost some of his power over her and it
would be easier to play the game the way she wanted it. Besides, he knew that
whenever the young whore wanted to do something "special," he was always well
satisfied. With a little sigh of resignation, he rolled off the softness of her belly and onto
his back beside her, thin sticky trails of her cum fluids following his long stiff penis
across her suntanned thigh.
He lay flat on his back in the alfalfa, his erectly throbbing cock pointing high toward
the brilliant blue of the sky above them. She then turned over on her side toward him
and reached out with her hands to stroke his hardness, sliding the loose flesh of his
foreskin up and down. Her long, red-painted fingernails scraped lightly over the
heavily-veined surface of the rock-hard penis, causing it to jerk convulsively up into the
air. She leaned over him and the hot warmth of her breath blew softly over it. The ache
in his loins increased almost to the point of agony as she moved her slenderly teasing
fingers down lower to his cum-swollen balls, cradling their softness in her palm. He
groaned and gritted his teeth at the lewd, inciting ministrations of his heavily laden
cock and large sperm-bloated testicles.
"Do you like that, Honey?" she asked coquettishly, gazing up at his face to see the effect
that her warm fingertips were having on him. "Do you want me to put my mouth
around it and suck it for you?"
"Jesus Christ, yes! Do it now!" Malcolm moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward
as she rose to her hands and knees and hovered over him. Her face was a scant few
inches from the moistly throbbing tip of his cock. The blonde girl grasped it firmly with
both her hands and dropped her head slowly down toward the hardness of him, her
pink wet tongue suddenly flicking forward, its tip boring tantalizingly into the semen
oozing hole at the end of the head. His breath caught in his throat as her warm parted
lips closed over the sensitive blood-swollen knob in moist exciting pressure. Her lips
tightened hotly like another pussy around it, enclosing the smooth rubbery head
completely up inside the warm, velvety cavern of her mouth.
Malcolm grunted in pleasure as he lifted up his head to watch the lovely girl's cock
stretched mouth. Just the sight of the hard rod of flesh sunk half-way between her
widely ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. His penis was still wet and
slippery from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like a wet log along the part she
had not yet taken between her soft, lipsticked lips. She manipulated the sensitive skin of
his balls gently with her one hand and stroked the broad base of his cock expertly
between the thumb and second knuckle on the forefinger of the other as she began to
suck rhythmically up and down on the stiff rigid pole.
Ruby sensed his increasing excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her smooth
pointed tongue titillatingly around the moistly seeping stickiness of the bulbous head.
He felt the sharp tips of her teeth digging gently into the turgid skin, leaving small
white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin.
Then, without removing her mouth from his jerking cock, she quickly shifted position
over his thigh and knelt down on all fours between his open legs. She reached under
his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, jerking his loins up tighter to her face. Her
tongue darted out, swiping around and around the pulsing blood-filled head furiously
until Malcolm felt it nearing the bursting point. She took almost all of the throbbing
hard penis deep into her throat, beginning to suck steadily and swallowing more and
more of his fiery hardness as though she wanted to choke herself.
Malcolm stared down at her face as his long rigid shaft of flesh began to saw faster in
and out of the blonde's obscenely stretched mouth. The sight alone was almost enough
to drive him insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up into her laboring face
until it looked as though she would completely consume the rampaging cock that was
ramming ever further down her throat. Practically all of his huge rampant penis now
seemed to disappear into her mouth with each new powerful thrust he made until
finally only the thick base of it showed glistening and wet and white, protruding lewdly
from her distended red lips. She was gorged with the pulsing blood-filled flesh but she
kept on and on with her wild sucking.
"Suck it, slut, keep on sucking my big cock," he hissed breathlessly through tightly
clenched teeth as he felt pressure building up deep in his bloated, aching balls and he
knew that they would soon spill out their contents into her warm wet mouth. Malcolm
could see rivulets of sweat running in thin glistening trails down the sides of Ruby's
naked body as she bucked wildly over him, sucking voraciously, her entire being
focused on the labor of giving him this pleasure. Her firm rounded breasts danced and
swayed under her rocking body and the spectacle incited him to increasing heights of
brain-reeling passion. The muscles of his stomach tightened even more until it seemed
that they would surely snap from the tension as he arched his back up off the ground,
pushing even farther into the pliant moistness of her warm wet mouth. Thin pink
ridges of flesh pulled out from her lips, clinging eagerly to his huge throbbing cock as
she sucked up on it. He groaned again and again, his mouth growling out crazy and
incoherent mutterings that spouted like a lunatic's ravings from between his teeth.
Suddenly his moment arrived.
He gasped and a slow deeper sound started from somewhere down in his chest as he
felt the hot sticky sperm begin to make its nerve-shattering dash from the end of his
pulsing jerking penis. Ruby's mouth was flooded with burst after burst of the hot sticky
fluid, ballooning her smooth cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that she had
to swallow quickly to keep from choking, yet still mewling and crooning over his
driving loins.
"Oh suck it, whore. Suck it!" he rasped as his fingers tangled viciously in her hair and
held her head impaled on his pulsating cock as he pushed its swollen squirting head
brutally all the way down into her throat. At last, he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled
himself back and out of her lips for one more final thrust. But he missed her stillsucking 
mouth by a fraction of an inch when he lunged forward again. The heavy blunt
head rammed brutally against the side of her face by mistake, leaving a long sticky trail
of hot white cum smeared lewdly along her upper lip and her right cheek. Ruby was
not fazed and merely twisted her head to lock her lips greedily again over the base of
his hard-throbbing staff of flesh. She grasped the bottom of it with her fingers as she
lifted her face to guide the tip back into the warmth of her open mouth and squeezed
up on the deflating cock with her fingertips to milk out and devour every last drop of
the precious white fluid.
Inch by inch, his sated prick deflated in her used and willing mouth, even though she
continued the gentle sucking. A long sigh of relief escaped his lips as his head fell back
happily onto the ground. She nibbled gently at him for a moment, her head resting
softly on his thigh, and then crawled up over his body to cradle his head on her still
heaving breasts. He was too exhausted to return the gentle kiss she bent down to place
on his panting lips.
Suddenly, an unwelcome sound jolted their reverie. Ruby's head jerked up first and she
peered warily over the alfalfa that rose like a protecting green wall around them.
"Malcolm, you hear anything?" she whispered anxiously to the farmhand who lay half
dozing and spent on the ground under them.
Just then she heard it again, but louder this time. Across the broad fragrant field the
sound of a man's voice travelled faintly. "God damn it, Malcolm Weaver, where are
you? We gotta get the rest of this com in! Malcolm!"
As she recognized the agitated masculine voice, Ruby giggled and began to dress.
Malcolm stirred and groaned sleepily as she tugged her skirt from where it lay under
his bade. Finally, he slitted open his eyes against the brilliant overhead sunlight and sat
up wearily.
"That Jed calling me?" He asked unhappily, a frown twisting his face.
"Yep, I guess your lunch time's about over, Honey," Ruby quipped cheerfully as she
leaned down then to fasten her sandal straps around her slender ankles. That done, she
rose and smiled contentedly at him, adding, "I don't know about you. Honey, but I
certainly had enough to eat."
The farmhand did not acknowledge her humor but grumbled irritably under his breath,
fumbling in the high alfalfa for his discarded clothing as she began to stroll casually
away without looking back.
His body felt drained and weakened by the climax he had just experienced and he was
not relishing the idea of returning to his chores on Jed Falk's farm. Despite the fact that
he lodged in Falk's bunkhouse and would have to go back there sooner or later,
Malcolm momentarily entertained the notion of just taking the afternoon off by simply
walking across a few acres of alfalfa and beans to the town of Richland Crossing, and
the bar.
"Malcolm, you lazy good-for-nothing, get on over to the com field," the deep voice
bellowed again from the distance. "I know you're sleeping out there somewhere and if
you're not here in two minutes, you can pack your bag!"
Malcolm knew that the ill-tempered widower Falk did not give idle threats, and, with a
little shrug of acceptance, the lanky pale-haired farmhand rose to his feet. Just as he was
about to leave, he saw Ruby running toward him, her face pale and frightened below
her halo of blonde curls. He waved a farewell at her approaching figure and turned to
start ambling toward the com field a few acres away.
"Malcolm, wait, don't go!" he heard her cry out behind him, her voice high-pitched
with emotion. "You gotta help me! I can't find my dog Lucifer!" In the next moment,
she caught up with him and stopped beside him in the alfalfa, panting from the sudden
exertion of her run. Her hand gripped his wiry arm and she stared up imploringly into
his face, her hazel eyes wide with desperation. "I been all around the field and he ain't
anywhere to be found."
"Aw shit, what are you doin' yellin' like that? Now Jed probably knows what we were
doing out here and I'm gonna get all kinds of hell from him," he said disgustedly,
turning away from her. "The fool dog is probably hunting a rabbit or something. What
am I supposed to do about it?"
Ruby sensed the jealousy in Malcolm's tone of voice and immediately forced herself to
calm down, if only to appease him. Momentarily putting aside her anxiety, she smiled
warmly up at the tall, lanky man and murmured, "After the time we had this afternoon,
I don't know how either of us can even get up, Honey, but-" she hesitated, her eyes
clouding over with worry once again. "Well, I've had Lucifer since he was a puppy... he
keeps me company every night... and you know how much fun we've had with the
tricks we taught him, Honey..."
"Now, he ain't gonna go far, Sugar," Malcolm said, his voice softening a little as he
realized the sincerity of her plea. With a vulgar smile, he added, "It sure would be
funny, wouldn't it, if some farmer's wife started fee din' him and he decided to try to
hump her?" He began to chuckle at the picture in his mind until Ruby started to shake
him urgently.
"They'd shoot him, Malcolm! You got to find him for me!" she pled, tears rising to her
eyes. "Promise me, Malcolm, promise you'll ask around! People'll talk to you who won't
tell anything to a whore..."
It was a change for the homely man to see his pretty girlfriend so dependent upon his
help and even though he was tempted to make her beg a little more before he gave in,
he remembered that he would probably need a little drinking money from her before he
got his next pay. With a gesture that seemed to him as magnanimous as a movie star
giving a little girl an autograph, he patted the bade of Ruby's head, agreeing; "Sure,
Sugar, I'd ask around. Maybe Jed'll see him or maybe his kid, Warren."
"Oh, honey, if you find him, I'll do anything for you – anything at all you want!" she
swore fervently, instantly setting Malcolm's mind to working on all the possible ways
she could pay him back for his help. He was smiling to himself in lewd anticipation of
perhaps trying out a few new sexual games that he had never dared to try before, but
then his pleasant thoughts were interrupted again.
"Malcolm, godammit, you're fired," Jed Falk's voice bellowed across the fields once
again. "You hear me? You're fired! You can just sleep out there until spring plowing!"
Malcolm winced at the distant announcement the breeze had carried across the alfalfa
field. He paused only to squeeze Ruby's heaving breast briefly before he began a loping
run toward the faraway cornfield. Behind him the pert-faced young whore took a final
look around, then headed back in the other direction toward town and the whorehouse
where she worked.


Chapter 2

Eileen McNally walked up the narrow dirt road to the central intersection in Richland
Crossing where the one paved street in the village, an ancient pot-holed thoroughfare
called both Main Street and U. S. Highway 79, met Merchant Street where she lived.
There were a few dozen homes clustered around this crossroad, mostly packed tightly
around a few dingy storefronts there, and others like hers, that were set back a bit from
the intersection and were surrounded by the unkempt remains of what had once been
well-tended flower gardens. Nowadays, though, there were very few things in Richland
Crossing that were well-tended. The village, built more than a hundred years ago by
merchants and professional people to serve the prosperous farmers of the rich
surrounding Indiana area, had lost its original vitality after the soil had been greedily
over-worked by short-sighted men who had sold out their own holdings in order to
exploit other, richer areas for their own profit.
Now, at eight o'clock in the morning, the town seemed deserted to Eileen as she shifted
her heavy load of books from one arm to the other and strolled up Main Street. As far
as the blue-eyed beauty was concerned, it was just as well that she was alone on the
street. She had come to Richland Crossing to get away from people, from men who
were altogether too interested in her lovely voluptuous body and from some of the
women in her past who had asked embarrassing questions about her love life. Only her
students accepted her for what she really was and she smiled contentedly to herself as
she turned to climb the steps of the Richland Community School. Once inside the
dingy brick building, she knew she was safe from the world for one more day,
responsible to no one but the nearly forty youngsters of all ages who came to her to
learn about the world out beyond their small family farms.
The September morning was already showing signs of turning into another balmy
Indian summer day and Eileen left the door to her classroom open behind her. Still
smiling, she dropped her books on the big desk at the head of the spacious single room,
then began to open all the windows. A quiet happy laugh bubbled from her ripe red
lips as she thought of the years she had spent growing up, going to schools and finally
teaching in a university in Chicago, surrounded by block after block of skyscrapers and
apartment buildings jutting up into the grey sooty sky. It had taken all of her courage
to close her apartment early this summer, sell her few belongings, and move hundreds
of miles away to a place she knew nothing about. But she had done it, and now that
school had begun, she was certain that she had not made a mistake.
Where else, she wondered delightedly, could you look out your schoolroom window
and see nothing but miles and miles of neatly cultivated land rolling out under a clear,
unpolluted sky? Where else would she have the time to really get to know and love her
students as she already felt herself doing? For the first time in the fourteen years since
she had finished college, Eileen was certain that she had complete control over her own
life, and more, that her life was going to be wonderful!
The stunning thirty-six-year-old brunette checked her gold wristwatch and then began
to move around more hurriedly, straightening the student desks that were arranged in
little separate groups around the big airy room. At one time, she knew, the school had
been divided into smaller rooms, but there were not so many children now to teach
and, some years ago, the Richland elders had decided that one teacher and one
classroom would be sufficient for their youngsters' education. Eileen had to admit that
the system seemed to work out fine, although at first she had been apprehensive about
the idea of teaching all grades by herself, from kindergarten to senior high school, in a
single room.
Actually, it had turned out to be an exciting and challenging experience, a welcome
change from the quite different type of tension she had endured in the city.
Even at the passing thought of her former life, the schoolteacher's strikingly beautiful
face lost some of its cheerful look and she paused for a moment in her work. Delighted
as she was to be in Richland Crossing, she still had not quite been able to dispel the
nagging fear that her past unhappiness had not been totally due to her surroundings in
Chicago and because of the people and memories she had left behind there, but
probably due as well to some unknown factor in her own personality. As always, the
idea disturbed her deeply and as though to escape the thought she instinctively turned
toward the narrow beveled looking-glass that some former teacher had affixed to the
rear wall of the classroom. Eileen's deep blue eyes squinted scrutinizingly as she gazed
at her own reflection, searching for some clue to her years of discontent – and for
perhaps even a change in her appearance, now that she had found a new reward in just
being alive.
But no, the reflected image that gazed back at Eileen from the mirror was the same one,
more or less, that she had seen for the last fifteen years... ever since she had started
staring into a mirror for answers she could not find elsewhere. She realized that a good
deal of her problem was exactly what she was seeing – her extraordinarily beautiful face
and ripe female body. It was always a shock to see herself in a mirror like this, because
she certainly had never felt like the poised, stunning woman she knew she appeared to
be to others, especially men. It was like looking at a movie star or a painting and Eileen
hoped that the little "disguise" she had begun to wear when she had come to Richland
Crossing hid at least some of her troublesome beauty. Smiling ironically to herself, the
dark-haired woman moved closer to the looking-glass and removed her "disguise," the
pair of old-fashioned wire-rimmed spectacles that she had bought in a dime store in
Chicago. Without them, her face lost all of its camouflage of sternness and became
young and vivacious, revealing the vital desirable appearance that denied the fact that
she was nearly forty years old. Her blue eyes were wide and sparkling, their deep azure
color almost matched in the depth of their hue by the natural redness of her full, well
formed lips. It had been pointless for her to give up make-up since her lashes were so
long and dark, and her facial bone structure so striking, that she did not need any
artificial accents. Even the loose knot into which she had pulled her long wavy dark
hair seemed only to emphasize her classical loveliness. At least these ridiculous
spectacles seemed to help protect her a bit, she thought with a sigh as she replaced
them, but how could she hide her tantalizing body from the lewd insulting eyes of the
men whom she had to confront every day?
Eileen's gaze lowered reluctantly to the reflection of her shapely lush body in the
looking glass. Even in the loose-fitting cotton dress she wore, the sensual perfection of
her figure could not be concealed. Her proud, full breasts thrust out tellingly against the
light, flowered material, making a breathtaking contrast with her incredibly tiny waist.
And below, her hips flared out in an enticing sweep that gradually tapered to the long
columns of her rounded plush thighs and magnificently turned calves and ankles. Many
men had told her that hers was a body made for love-making but it had been "loved" by
only one man, and the ravishing woman was determined that it would never be used
that way again. No, not even fifteen years could dim the memory and the hurt that had
followed her first and only experience with a man!
Steve... handsome Steve... the popular college senior who had condescended to date her,
a shy junior who barely knew how to talk to a boy... Steve Russ! It was foolish to even
think of him now but she could not keep down the memories. He was always there in
her mind, never to be forgotten even after all this time. Damn him! How she had
adored him in her innocence then, never doubting him but joyfully offering up her
body and soul to him. He had sworn that he loved her, that their love would never end,
and then, two months after he had graduated, he had married some silly teenager in his
little hometown outside of Chicago. Apparently, everyone in the college but Eileen had
known before her that he was engaged!
Had it not been for her studies and later her dedicated work as a teacher, she might
well have committed suicide. Not that she did not still think of it now and then, but
one thing had kept her going – the children. Through the years she had found her
students to be so charming and innocent, so different from the many men who had
pursued her since college, who were always insisting that she give in to their selfish
desires, telling her that she had nothing to lose once her virginity was gone. What they
never knew, what she could not tell them, was that she had lost something more than
that, for there was an empty place inside her now – a burning hole of despair that
would not let her trust any man again, no matter how much he might claim to love
her...
"Miss McNally? Could... could I talk to you?"
Eileen whirled around in surprise at the sound of the timid voice behind her, blushing
at being caught as she stood still examining herself in the mirror. Her embarrassment
quickly faded, though, when she recognized the slim-bodied youngster who stood shyly
in the schoolroom door, his lithe adolescent body silhouetted by the pale morning light.
It was Warren Falk, a seventh-grade pupil she liked especially well.
"Of course, Warren, come in. It's almost time for classes to start anyway," she smiled
warmly. She leaned down to reposition one of the student desks that was still slightly
out of place, adding, "I was just straightening up a little. When I came in this morning,
it looked as though you kids had been playing football with your desks."
The young boy hesitated a moment, then stepped inside the classroom, smiling
uncertainly at her little joke. Eileen could see that he had something dangling from his
hand but she did not realize what it was until a huge animal suddenly bounded into the
room, attached to a short rope Warren has firmly wrapped around his fist. The lovely
teacher gasped with alarm at the sight of the unexpected intruder but then she saw that
it was merely a big black dog, wagging its tail in a friendly fashion as it strained toward
her on its make-shift leash.
"Well, Warren, I see you've brought your pet to school," she said laughing at the dog's
enthusiasm, but then the gorgeous brunette sobered a little as she imagined herself
trying to hold classes with the giant beast prancing around the room and disrupting
everything. "I'm afraid you're going to have to take him home again. It's crowded
enough in here already, you know."
"I can't, Miss McNally," the tow-headed lad said after a pause. "My father told me I
have to get rid of him." The boy's head lowered and Eileen sensed he was struggling to
control tears of real unhappiness. Almost immediately, she felt a flash of anger against
the Falk boy's father, a man she had already suspected of being needlessly stern with his
good-looking adolescent son. She remembered a class outing to an Indian museum in a
nearby town a few weeks ago when young Warren did not have the small amount of
money necessary for the bus fare and several other occasions when the youth had to
"hurry home to help" his father while the other children played ball after school. Eileen
agreed that every child had to be taught discipline and the value of work, but she was
beginning to think that this Jed Falk was some sort of ogre.
"Why? Is there something wrong with the dog?" Eileen asked calmly, trying to keep the
mounting sympathy out of her voice. She stepped forward and bent down to pat the
dark animal's great furry head, adding, "He looks like a purebred German Shepherd.
What's his name?"
"I don't know," the boy admitted miserably, shaking his head. "I found him running
around in the bean field yesterday afternoon. He just came right up to me and started
licking my hand like he wanted to be friends. He's a great dog, isn't he?" The youth
smiled broadly for the first time that morning and the depth of his feeling for the
enormous animal struck a chord of deep concern within Eileen that she thought she
had left behind over a decade ago. For a brief moment, she had to fight down the
impulse to throw her arms around the distressed youngster, to kiss him consolingly and
nestle his head in the warmth of her milky-white breasts. Then, thankfully, she
regained her grip on the reality of the moment.
"Why won't your father let you keep him, Warren?" she asked again. "You must have
plenty of room out at the farm."
"Aw, he says he doesn't want another hungry mouth to feed and if I don't watch it and
do all my work, he's gonna get rid of me, too!" the sandy-haired youngster said
disgustedly. Then he crouched down on the floor and curled one of his arms around
the neck of the great black dog who leaned happily back against the boy, his tail still
wagging. "Boy, I sure don't want to lose him, but I know my dad would beat me if I
brought him home again."
Eileen almost had to bite her tongue to keep herself from blurting out what she thought
of Warren's heartless father. How could any man be so cruel to his son? she fumed
silently to herself. Every boy should have a dog to love and only a monster of a father
would make a mere adolescent child work so hard without even the pleasure of a pet to
keep him company. It was dreadfully unfair, she angrily decided, and then, almost
before she knew what she was doing, she heard herself suggest, "Why don't you let me
take care of your dog at my house, Warren? Then you could come over and visit him
whenever you liked. Would that help solve the problem?"
In the next instant, the curvaceous brunette teacher regretted her impulsive offer. After
all, she had no right to meddle in a family's private affairs, no matter how wrong they
might seem. But before she could manage to utter a word about her change of heart,
the expression on the blond youth's handsome face made her nearly forget what she
had planned to say. His big brown eyes gazed up at her with such grateful adoration
that she was absolutely unable to tell him that she had changed her mind. It was
ridiculous, she knew, but suddenly it was the most important thing in the world not to
disappoint this young teenager. After all the misery Eileen had endured because of false
promises, she could not do the same thing to another person just as tender and trusting
as she had once been.
"Wow, you're the greatest!" Warren finally gasped out in joy. In an instinctive gesture
of thankfulness, the boy reached out and touched his teacher's hand softly, his
fingertips only gently brushing her soft white skin before he pulled back in
embarrassment at what he was doing, and stammered "Th-thanks, Miss McNally. Yyou're 
the n-nicest woman I ever met!"
"That's perfectly all right, Warren," she brusquely acknowledged, turning away then to
walk quickly back to her own desk. "Just tie him up in the back of the classroom and
I'll take him home at lunch-time."
As the youngster obediently went to do her bidding, Eileen released a long sigh and
brushed her hand over her forehead in an unconscious gesture of confusion.
Something... something startling and disturbing had just taken place inside her and she
was not yet certain what it was. When the boy had so lightly touched her hand, the
beautiful mature woman had felt strange, nearly forgotten sensations of excitement
fermenting up in the depths of her stomach. It had been years since she had known
anything like it... Only Steve had ever awakened her senses so easily. But this was
absurd... Warren was just a boy... a child... with his tow-head and handsome immature
face! Good God, what was coming over her this morning?
Before the beautiful brown-haired teacher had time to consider the unusual occurrence
further, she heard the voices of her students outside the classroom window and realized
with a start that it was already time to start classes. Making a hasty silent vow to
suppress this new and unexpected reaction to the. good-looking youngster, Eileen sat
down at her desk and began to organize her books for the day's lessons.

* * *

"All right, children, it's lunch time; go on home," Eileen smiled at the students sitting
all around her as she stood in the middle of the classroom. "But I want you all back
here by twelve-thirty, and not one minute later!"
Her cheerful admonishment was lost in the scuffle as her students began noisily stuffing
papers and books back in their desks before scrambling out the classroom door in
chattering groups of twos and threes. The morning had gone well and as usual, the
statuesque brunette was pleasantly amazed at how much more these country children
seemed to enjoy their schoolwork than the bored, laconic city youngsters she had
always taught before. Even the big black German Shepherd tied to the ancient upright
piano in the back of the room, had seemed attentive as she moved from one age group
to another, giving instructions and assigning exercises. In fact, Eileen had thought it
rather heartwarming the way the great beast seemed to have taken to her, his huge
brushy tail wagging enthusiastically against the side of the piano whenever she came
near him. He did not even try to follow young Warren out of the classroom when the
blond youngster reluctantly left his new-found pet behind. Instead the magnificent
animal stared expectantly at his new mistress as though aware that he had once again
changed hands.
"Well, I guess it's time for me to show you your new home, boy," she said with a
friendly grin as she untied the huge dog and led him out of the building. "I'll give you
some lunch too, just in case you didn't have any dinner last night because of Warren's
stingy father."
Later, as she walked the dog down Main Street toward the intersection, it occurred to
Eileen for the first time that someone in Richland Crossing might have lost the well
groomed German Shepherd and she was surprised at the relief she felt when none of
the people on the street seemed to recognize him. Only one man, a homely brutish man
in faded blue jeans, standing tipsily in the doorway to the single town bar, seemed to
take any notice of her at all, leering crudely and raising his eyebrows as she passed with
the dog beside her. But Eileen paid no attention to his suggestive expression. After all
her years of fighting off the grasping hands of the lewd, disgusting men in Chicago, she
knew the type and how to ignore them.
"Here we are, boy," she announced a few minutes later after they had walked up the
short drive to her house. "Do you think you could call this place home? It took me a
while but you'll get used to it."
She opened her front door and led the dog inside her house, smiling slightly as she
remembered her dismay when she first came to Richland Crossing and discovered the
living accommodations. A far cry from the shiny, modem apartments in Chicago, the
homes here were as old as the slum structures in the city and usually twice as run
down. She had been lucky to find a wood-shingle house for rent that still had all its
window-panes intact and even had furniture that, if not actually elegant, was at least
clean and in good repair. Now, before going into the kitchen, she looked down at the
black dog who was sitting expectantly at her feet and warned him sternly, "I'll feed you
enough so that there will be no excuse to eat up any of my furniture. One chewed chair
leg and you're tied up in the back yard for good! Understood?"
As if in reply, the coal-black German Shepherd lowered his massive head and began to
fervently lick at the schoolteacher's stockinged ankle, rumbling softly in the depths of
his throat. Satisfied that they had reached some sort of unspoken agreement, Eileen
walked on casually to the rear of the house to prepare both of their lunches out in the
kitchen. She had earlier put a sandwich in the refrigerator for herself and now, with a
little sigh she pulled it out along with the sirloin steak she had planned to cook for her
own dinner that night. She had barely unwrapped the choice cut of meat before the
bulky dog was standing beside her, his tail wagging eagerly and his pointed snout
sniffing high in the air in obvious hunger.
"That's a welcoming dinner, boy. Enjoy it, because tomorrow you're going on dog
food," Eileen chuckled as she bent down to place the expensive steak on the floor and
watched the great dog wolf down her dinner in a few great gulps. Then, ignoring the
wet cold nose that he had once again poked up in the air toward her like a radar
antenna, she poured herself a glass of milk and sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy
her own meager meal.
Though she usually ate while reading a book to while away her forty-five minute lunch
break, today Eileen found herself lost in thought, unable to concentrate on the new
best-selling novel she had brought from the book-rack in the town's little drug store.
Instead, her thoughts wandered idly over the disturbing events of the morning,
especially that strangely stirring yet uncomfortable moment when young Warren Falk
had touched her hand in a shy gesture of gratitude. There was no question in her mind
but that the excited tremoring in her stomach and even in her loins had been sexual,
pure sexual desire, but she could not really accept it. Certainly she had always felt a
special warmth for the sweet, friendly fourteen-year-old boy but this was something
much more powerful and dangerous than a teacher's affection for one of her pupils.
Her mind raced as she stared down absently at the few crumbs left on her sandwich
plate as she patted the thick sable ruff of the dog who sat alertly beside her chair. True,
she had denied herself a normal female sex life after her traumatic experience with
Steve, but it had been by her own choice. She wanted nothing more to do with men,
not that way, and had been doing her best to avoid another mistake that could hurt her
again. By learning the techniques of masturbation, she thought she had managed to
control whatever raw animal instincts she simply could not ignore. However lacking in
complete satisfaction it was, masturbation still provided her a limited release for her
sensuous nature... especially when her mind filled with exciting memories of Steve's
youthful smooth-skinned body... and the way he used to stroke and fondle her own
eager young body, nibbling and sucking at her naked tingling breasts, then kissing and
licking at the burning wet flesh down between her legs until she had felt her mind
begin to cartwheel and fill with crazy lights before she had exploded in glorious orgasm!
Good God, what was wrong with her today? she wondered mentally as she realized that
she was working herself up into something forbidden by just thinking. Despite her
determination to keep a firm grip on her physical responses, Eileen could feel the
insistent ache rising higher again deep in her belly. She was suddenly intensely aware of
her ripe body, her rounded curving hips and buttocks pressing down firmly against the
plastic seat of the kitchen chair, her high globular breasts jutting throbbingly out
against the confinement of her lacy bra and her dress. Almost against her conscious
will, her hands began to roam restlessly over the smooth curves of her seated body as
she remembered how almost childishly delighted Warren had been that morning when
she had suggested that she care for his big black stray dog. The lush-bodied thirty-six
year-old woman was beginning to lose her private inhibitions in the face of the
mounting demands of her sex-starved body, the sharp tingling feeling down between
her tightly clenched thighs increasing her excitement. On a sudden impulse, Eileen
lifted her arm to check her wristwatch and quickly decided that she just barely had time
for a much-needed "session," her own way of referring to masturbation. Yes, it was
simple sexual frustration that had caused her to respond so violently when young
Warren touched her hand so lightly this morning, she rationalized openly as she rose
from her chair. After all, it had been quite a long time since she had brought herself to
an orgasm... After another moment or so, she reached down under the skirt of her
cotton dress and smoothed her hands down over her full satin smooth hips, slowly
pushing down the sheer nylon fabric of her panties with her palms until the garment
slithered sensuously over her long shapely legs, finally coming to rest in a band around
her trim ankles. She stepped out of the panties daintily and the dog reclining at her feet
lowered his dark furry head to sniff inquisitively at the discarded garment. She saw his
ears perk up with interest as his sensitive nostrils immediately caught the sweetly
pungent scent of her sex.
"Hey, what are you doing down there?" Eileen breathed as she stooped over to yank the
silky panties out from under his curious nose. "Those aren't part of your dinner."
The beautiful woman patted his silky dark ruff, then forgot him once again as she sat
down on the chair, pulling up the skirt of her dress high to expose her naked silky
haired pubic mound. Her left hand began to slide tentatively down her awakened body,
on down to the flat soft plane of her side and across her satin-skinned stomach to rub
sensuously back and forth over the curling softness of her pubic hair. She could feel the
wetness beginning to flow out from between the lips of her inflamed pussy onto the
insides of her trembling inner thighs, a sticky moisture that was proof of her arousal.
Her slender fingers darted downward then and she groaned softly at the sudden
tantalizing contact of her fingertips with the moist slit between her widely parted thighs
and lifted one leg high, resting her toes on the plastic-covered seat of the other kitchen
chair beside her. Then she straightened her other leg out like a beautifully-carved ivory
column and with a deeper groan, let it fall far to the side, exposing the wet glistening
cuntal furrow between her long excitingly shaped legs to the sunny air of the room. Her
fingers crawled up gently to the soft hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart
until the wet inner pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice gaped hungrily
open. Complete surrender to the need building within her showed in the glowing blue
cast of her eyes as the half-moons of her rounded buttocks twisted tensely into the
rough plastic until she could feel it brush thrillingly against the swollen and agitated
lips of her pussy. At the sudden electrical contact, her breath quickened and the
passionate yearning grew hotter in her naked loins.
Slowly and tenderly, she wormed her middle finger into the throbbing pink hole,
forcing it inside herself until it was completely embedded in the tight, smooth
passageway and at the same time flicking at her erect bud-like clitoris with another
finger. She slipped the long slender finger in and out between the sex-lubricated vaginal
Ups and her wide-spread thighs quivered uncontrollably as her soft white buttocks rose
and fell in response to the invading finger. Not daring to pause as her excitement
mounted, she joined another and then even another finger inside with the first, pushing
all three wantonly into the moist pink folds, widening the swollen lips as she rotated
the inserted fingers around the sensitive walls of flesh in sensual abandon. Incoherent
images of her ex-lover Steve skewering into her with his long boyish cock, invading her
cunt like a savage spear of flesh, flashed through her mind.
In a frenzy of lust, she jerked her thighs up high against her heavy dancing breasts and
heaved her hips wildly upward to meet each stroke of her probing fingers.
It was not enough!
With tears of frustration in her eyes, she jammed her fingers up further into her
ravenously hungry pussy, every nerve in her enticing, raging body straining toward that
final release, but it was no use. She could already feel the fine edge of her passion
receding suddenly, being replaced by a dull throbbing ache of disappointment that filled
her entire body. She felt like screaming, crying out with need, but then simply let her
hand dangle down between her trembling white thighs and at last rested her head
wearily on her updrawn knees, tears of frustration beginning to shine in her blue eyes.
Then, suddenly, Eileen gasped out loud and a cold shiver ran through her entire body
as she felt something shockingly cold and wet suddenly make contact with the tiny
puckered hole of her fully exposed anus. Her startled eyes flew open and widened as
she saw the huge German Shepherd standing between her legs, his tail wagging
furiously and his body trembling in excitement as though he had found a bitch in heat.
His great furry head was thrust forward to the naked plane of her soft hair-covered
loins and he was sniffing eagerly there. She tensed as his long pink tongue snaked out
and licked wetly up and down the damp, tingling crevice between her open thighs.
"Hey, you devil, stop that!" Eileen cried out with mock sternness but curiously, she
made no move to stop him. In her present state of sexual distress, the unexpected
sensation of the dog's hot wet tongue and the warm blast of his animal breath against
the inflamed area of her vagina felt soothing and comforting to her. There was no
doubt in her mind that the hairy beast was merely licking her there to show his
affection, was maybe attracted by the tangy scent of her passion-induced juices. It felt
strangely good and comforting and she quickly decided to enjoy the animal's seemingly
innocent ministrations until her tortured body was calmed down enough so that she
could go back to the school for her afternoon classes.
Eileen gratefully felt her taut muscles relaxing as the German Shepherd dipped his
probing muzzle into the excited valley between her creamy white globular buttocks. A
pink flush of pleasure rose to her face as his soft crimson tongue ran teasingly along the
full length of her narrow moist slit again and again, flicking hungrily between her
trembling open thighs. It was a wonderful change from the hard, greedy pounding of
her own fingers into her and she let her mind drift aimlessly in the gentle currents of
pleasure that rose from her out-thrust loins. Suddenly, the dog's salivating tongue
darted deep inside her steaming vaginal opening, spreading apart the brunette's wispy
down-lined cuntal lips like a knife slicing through butter. She jerked spasmodically at
the strange new sensation and an uncertain moan tumbled from her ovaled lips. But the
dog paid no attention and renewed his efforts, lapping and sniffling at her tingling 
rosehued pussy.
Oh God, this was not right, not what she had intended at all! Eileen thought anxiously
as she stared down at the obscene spectacle of the powerful black dog's long pointed
snout digging deeply between her wide-parted thighs, and yet she no longer had the
will or strength to stop him. She could not quite discard the disturbing idea that this
brute animal somehow seemed to know exactly what to do to give her this extreme
pleasure, to weaken the defenses so easily that she had lived with for almost half of her
lifetime. It was crazy, it was sick, she knew, to be sitting there in her own kitchen,
simply allowing a monster of a stray animal to nose and lick this way into her most
private parts and yet...
And yet, despite her fear and natural revulsion at the weird thing that was happening to
her, the beautiful dark-haired teacher began to feel something unexpected happening
inside her. As the huge dog's mercilessly probing tongue shot up again into the moist
channel of her stretching vagina like a squirming lizard, tiny chills of forbidden
excitement began to flutter all along her spine from the perverted stimulation of the
dog's feverishly sluicing tongue. Unbelievable wild electric sensations bloomed inside
her loins and she found herself responding, her flaring hips digging back up at the
animal, quivering of their own volition. She felt as though she must be losing her mind
and yet she could not help her reactions... It felt so good, better than anything she had
known or felt for fifteen years! She raised her hands out in front of her, holding them
in indecision for a moment away from her squirming body, then dropped them down
to grasp the dog's long, pointed ears.
With a deep husky groan, she pulled her legs even higher up against her heaving chest,
pressing her quivering breasts almost flat, and pulled his nose forward, tighter against
her swollen, throbbing cuntal Ups. His long slavering tongue thrust up deeper into the
moist passageway like a soft velvet whiplash, ravishing her upthrust loins without
pause. Babbling incoherent murmurs began to stream from Eileen's soft Ups, suddenly
pleading and encouraging the animal slobbering wildly between her writhing upturned
buttocks. Within her naked writhing loins there was building an insane pressure that
could only mean one thing... real ecstatic release!
Oh God, what was happening to her senses! she asked herself as the tremendous brute's
mouth opened and locked solidly on her wet, dilating pussy, lapping away the final
reserves of her resistance to the abnormal attack. Eileen began to pray inwardly that the
magnificent animal in front of her would lick her quickly to the completion she so
desperately needed, would quench the flames of lewd passion that were raging in her
throbbing wet cunt. All thoughts of wrong or right had left her; nothing was real but
the teasing binning sensations that flowered throughout her obscenely ravaged loins.
She labored on, gasping for air, and began to moan ceaselessly as she pressed her naked
vulnerable loins outward, trying to make firmer contact with the wet, swollen lips of her
lusting cunt – against the passion hotness of the dog's drooling mouth and red
skewering tongue.
The black German Shepherd slaved over her lust-saturated loins, lapping and tongue
fucking between the fluted, pink edges of her throbbing pussy and she felt the long
awaited climax approaching, building with an almost paralyzing force in her squirming
belly and in every nerve.
In the next moment, the dam of her passion spilled over the edge. Eileen felt as though
she were losing her insides as the sticky hot fluid of her orgasm welled up deep in her
belly and gushed out suddenly around the dog's thrusting tongue and into his open
mouth. She could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her clenched buttocks,
around Lucifer's sharp-toothed jowls nudging against her brown-ringed anus and then
down to the kitchen floor. She gave one last great gasp and her legs dropped lifelessly
like heavy weights of lead on each side of the dog's hairy body.
She could not move. It felt as though the world had ended and she had been consumed
in the apocalyptic fire. She was sprawled back on the chair, absolutely immobile now,
her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag doll as the dog whined softly at her
feet. It was all she could do not to actually thank the great German Shepherd for his
skillful ministrations, the most wonderful experience she had had since she left college.
Gradually as the golden glow of her soul-searing orgasm began to fade from her body,
the stunning woman had to face the reality of what she had done in her own home,
with a dog given to her by one of her favorite students. It was unbelievable and
horrifying and yet... an unexpected thought was sparked in her happily sated mind.
Could it be that she had been wrong all these years in depriving herself of sexual
fulfillment?
Eileen rose and stared thoughtfully down at the peacefully dozing German Shepherd as
she smoothed her rumpled dress down around her curved flaring hips. It seemed so
strange that the massive dumb beast had known so well how to please her, but she
imagined that it was probably only some sort of unusual coincidence. The thought
entered her mind that perhaps it was not that the dog had been actually talented about
sex but only that her own lustful need was so great after fifteen years of denial that
anything – even the innocent touch of her own fourteen-year-old student – could set
her off so completely and turn her fully mature body into a blazing wildfire of wanton
desire.
For some reason, one she could not quite understand, the ravishing lush-bodied teacher
felt almost gay as she went into her bedroom to change into a fresh dress before going
back to school. What had happened with the dog wrong, sickening even, but she had
lived with the hatred and fear of men using her for so long now that she was beginning
to wonder if it was not time for a radical change in her life. Fifteen years was a long
time to be a woman alone and in the back of her mind, though she was not quite ready
to admit it even to herself yet, Eileen knew she was beginning to contemplate the
possibility of having a man of her own. This forty-five minute lunch break in her home
with a stray dog had brought her too much pleasure to ignore... She knew now that she
could not be able to ignore her body ever again.


Chapter 3

"Miss McNally, would it be all right if I came over to your house this afternoon? My
dad finished harvesting the com today, and I don't have to be home until dinner time,"
Warren Falk enthused as he stood there in front of her. Eileen stared wordlessly up at
the handsome face of the young boy who hovered expectantly over her desk. She had
barely arrived in her classroom that afternoon, her cheeks flushed with pink from the
hurried walk from her home to the school, when he had rushed up to her desk with his
request to visit her. Despite the fact that she ordinarily took every opportunity to spend
extra time with one of her students, especially a boy as eager and intelligent as this
sandy-headed farmer's son, she hesitated to agree to the visit. After the excitingly
shameful sexual experience with the German Shepherd in her home during lunch-time,
the ravishing dark-haired teacher needed time to think about what had happened. She
had to try to come to terms with herself about her violently passionate response to the
strange stimulation of the great dog's lapping tongue nibbling and sucking her to
orgasm. Even now, sitting in the classroom with all of her students, as young and
innocent as they were, she still felt a secret warm tingling all over her voluptuously
formed body, reminding her of the unexpected erotic excitement and explosive orgasm
that she had experienced less than half an hour ago in the privacy of her own kitchen.
"Well, Warren, I really..." she began slowly, not quite certain how to excuse herself
after she had promised the lad that he could see the dog whenever he liked. Warren's
wide brown eyes were fastened on her face in a puppy-like plea for agreement and in a
sudden troubling flash of understanding, she realized that this inexperienced young
teenager probably imagined himself in love with her. It was something that frequently
happened with women teachers and boys of his age; of course she knew that, but
nevertheless the insight worried her more than she wanted to admit. She remembered
her own involuntary response to his stimulating touch earlier that morning and
wondered if it would be wise to allow herself to be alone with the good-looking boy.
Her delightful surrender to her new-found pet's strangely-knowledgeable tongue that
afternoon had left Eileen very wary and frightened of her own unbridled sexual
instincts. What had happened so spontaneously with the friendly, furry beast was her
own shocking secret, something that would never happen again and no one would
know about... But her sudden sexual attraction to a boy, one of her best students, was
something far more dangerous and threatening. She could barely believe that the
smooth-skinned wide-eyed youngster could hold any true fascination for a woman twice
his age and yet... Well, another blond boy fifteen years ago had proven to be her
downfall then and perhaps now...
"I don't know, Warren," she said, unhappily facing the expression of pained
disappointment that dawned on the youngster's face. "I have a lot of work to do at
home this afternoon."
"But-I-but I wouldn't make any noise, I promise," he protested avidly, then gazed
dejectedly downward at his hands, on the edge of her wooden desk as he explained,
"Tomorrow we have to start doing the squash and tomatoes again. Gosh, I won't have
any more time at all 'till maybe next month."
Eileen listened to the boy compassionately and felt herself touched again by his
predicament at home, even though in the back of her mind danger signals were
suddenly sounding like, wailing sirens. Surely it would not hurt to let the boy see his
dog just this once, she thought sympathetically, even as her blue eyes began to survey
his lithe form closely with a growing interest. In her estimation, Warren's resemblance
to her college lover, Steve, was attaining almost astounding proportions. She
remembered how shy and courteous Steve had been when they had first met, how he
had so apprehensively requested a date to the movies... his golden-lashed brown eyes
beseeching her just as Warren Falk's were right this very minute. His body was long
and smooth, slender and yet intoxicatingly masculine, just as virile as Steve's had been.
Her student's face was so fresh and young that she found herself wondering if he were
even old enough to shave.
Yet, at this moment of discovery, the boy's age was the last thing on Eileen's mind. She
knew that if she reached out right at that minute and boldly drew the farm boy closer
to her sexy, newly-awakened body, he would not say a word, would gladly come
wherever she led him, and die suddenly realized that her fingers were almost itching
with the desire to touch him.
"Yes, this afternoon then, for a few minutes," she blurted out hurriedly, straightening
her spectacles nervously on her turned-up nose. She clenched her hands nervously
together under her desk as she fought to drive away the warm throbbing sensations that
suddenly seemed to be spreading all over her body. "Just a few minutes after school,
and then I'll have to get to my work. All right, Warren?"
The boy stared at her, starry-eyed with happiness, and nodded dumbly, unable to put
his gratitude into words. Eileen watched him as he practically skipped back to his desk,
then resolutely set her mind to the lessons at hand.

* * *

There was something about the way his teacher looked at him as they walked that made
Warren Falk feel as if he were melting inside. Her blue eyes always seemed to be
sparkling and dancing behind those funny glasses she wore, while her moist red lips
were always parted just a tiny bit until he could see the gleaming white of her teeth.
Now, as he ambled along beside her toward her house in the lengthening shadows of
the afternoon, he could not stop himself from glancing covertly at her sensationally
exciting body. It was almost more than he could do to remember that this dazzling
woman was really his teacher and she was taking him to her house to see his great dog
who had appeared like a gift from heaven out in the field yesterday.
He really thought Miss McNally was a beautiful girl, no matter if the other boys did call
her "Grandma" sometimes behind her back, because of her old-fashioned glasses. She
sure didn't look like anybody's grandmother up close, he decided as he gaped amazedly
at the full-blown curves that filled out on the top and the behind of her dress as she
walked briskly through the town with him. He had never seen anybody that pretty,
except maybe in the movies or in the pictures of his dead mother that his father
sometimes brought out at Christmas or on her birthday. If only she hadn't died when
he was a little boy...
"You don't think your father will mind your coming over to my house this afternoon,
Warren?" the breathtaking woman beside him inquired. He looked up at her and she
surprised him with the friendliest smile he had ever seen, adding, "I wouldn't want him
to think that I'm luring you away from your chores by keeping the dog for you at my
place."
"Oh no, Miss McNally, Pa never even asked what happened to him," Warren assured
her with a sad little smile. "He doesn't think about anything much except money and
that darned old farm. Sometimes I wish we'd move to some big city so I could have
some fun for a change, instead of pickin' and plantin' all the time."
"That's strange," she answered with a soft ironic chuckle as they walked up the path to
her white clapboard house. "I came here because I wasn't having any fun in the city..."
Warren saw her pause as if remembering something and then she smiled again, that
same warm friendly smile, before saying, "Well, maybe I wasn't really looking for fun
all those years I lived in the city. The few months I've been out here in the country may
be teaching me a thing or two about what I've been missing."
He didn't really understand what she was saying or why she gave off the soft, half
embarrassed laugh that followed her words, but he did not care just then. It was such a
pleasure just to look at her and to be absolutely free for the afternoon that he felt like
bursting with happiness. As the wooden house steps creaked under the weight of their
ascending bodies, Warren heard a soft whining from the other side of the door.
"Hey Beanbag! We're coming, boy!" he whooped excitedly. Then he turned toward his
teacher and added, "Wow, he's been waiting to see us all day! I bet he's happy now!"
"Beanbag? Is that his name?" Eileen smiled as she opened the door and stepped inside
her living room. Somehow, the droll name did not seem to suit her remembrance of her
canine lover who had driven her out of her mind with forbidden lust at lunchtime that
day. Then, she staggered back two steps as the huge black dog leapt up on her chest,
slavering wet sloppy kisses all over her face in joyous greeting. "Hey, down, boy!
Beanbag, get down! Your master's here!"
Warren grinned with innocent boyish pride as the huge animal reluctantly got down on
all fours again and trotted over to him for his petting. "I found him in the bean field
and he was jumping around so much that he kind of reminded me of a beanbag," the
two-headed boy told her, blushing slightly as she smiled. "Don't you think that's a good
name, Miss McNally?" he asked, searching for reassurance in the corn-flower blue of
her eyes.
"Yes... it's a fine name," Eileen murmured distractedly, hoping that the sudden excited
trembling she felt rising within her did not show in her voice. Here in her quiet house,
she felt closer to the boy than ever and the warm intimacy was already having a strange
effect on her. As the boy walked into her living room and placed his pile of school
books down on the little table beside the front door, she could feel the closeness of his
slimly boyish body and sensed his uncertainty at being with his teacher alone this way.
After a moment, she added nervously, "I'll go out in the kitchen and get us something
to drink. Is a cherry soda all right for you?"
She barely heard his assenting answer as she strode off toward the back of the house,
trying desperately to stifle the rising feverishness she felt building within her. Eileen
opened a cabinet in the kitchen and tensely withdrew an unopened bottle of good
brandy that she had bought in case she ever had drinking guests in the house. Though
she seldom drank alcohol and especially not in the sunny middle of the afternoon, the
plush-bodied older woman felt the need for something to still the feathery trembling
feeling that had begun to center in the pit of her stomach. Tearing the wax seal from
the top of the bottle, she pulled out the cork with a pop and downed a big gulp straight
from the bottle itself before she poured another more lady-like drink into a brandy
snifter. She winced as she felt the fiery liquor burning its way down her throat and into
her belly, but gradually a soothing warmth began to radiate out in all directions over
her body and she felt her tense anxiety fading little by little.
After all, no matter how handsome the boy was or even how exciting she might find
him, Warren was a mere teenager, only fourteen and she was a grown woman with over
thirty years of living behind her, Eileen gravely reminded herself. A moment later she
walked out of the kitchen with the brandy glass and a tall frosty cherry soda for her
student. Surely this sweet-faced youngster could not place her in a situation from which
she, an adult, could not extract herself.
As Eileen walked up to the shabby couch where Warren had seated himself, she felt in
control of herself once again and yet, while the alcohol was bolstering her
determination, it was also weakening her defenses against her long-denied sexual needs.
A mere glance at the lithe-bodied youngster leaning over to playfully tousle his brawny
pet's furry ruff was all she needed to make her aware of the changes taking place in her
mature, woman's body.
Instantly, a galvanic surge of tingling little shocks prickled her belly, a trembling chill of
delight flitting rapidly upward along her spine. Finally, unable to control herself any
longer, she reached out and touched the tanned, smooth flesh of his arm, causing him
to lift his head instantly and look up at her with a questioning expression on his
youthful face.
"I-I brought your soda, dear," she managed to explain, shakily placing the cherry drink
in his hand. "D-do you mind if I just sit down here next to you for a moment?... I-I'm a
little tired."
As she bent herself gracefully down to sit on the couch next to where he sat, Warren
felt his heartbeat begin to race for some reason. He could see that his beautiful teacher
was upset about something, but so far from worrying him, her strange excitement
seemed to be contagious and made him feel nervous and itchy too. Unable to think of
anything to say, he leaned down to pat the dog's head once again, then gulped in
astonishment as he saw that his eyes were focused on just about the same level as the
hem of her skirt. Even if he had wanted to, he could not have done anything but gape
helplessly at her full and rounded nylon-covered thighs. It was almost more than he
could stand! Boy, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life... !
Eileen moved even closer to Warren and bent far forward to bury her fingers too in the
German Shepherd's plush black ruff. She smiled over at the boy, saying, "You're the
first guest I've had here in Richland Crossing. I'm sorry the house isn't nicer for you."
"Wow, it's great! I like it a lot," he exclaimed, not even thinking of what he was saying
as he stared wide-eyed at her, amazed at the way her heavy breasts jutted out so firmly
in front of his face. He could smell her sweet perfume; she was that close to him, her
sleek curving thigh almost touching his trouser-clad leg. The thought flickered through
his mind that if he just turned slightly and lifted his head a tiny bit, he could kiss her
lightly right on the soft, straining bulge of her right breast. Suddenly, he felt his young
virile cock jerk hungrily in his trousers and he felt his face blushing hotly with guilt and
shame.
"Warren... what's the matter, dear?" Eileen asked a moment later with obvious concern
in her voice, placing the delicate softness of her fingertips against his hot cheek. "You're
flushed! Do you feel all right?"
"N-no, I'm great, fine!" he sputtered in embarrassment. "M-my dad might have some
work for me to do now... M-maybe I should just go home..." He could tell by the way
her big blue eyes had widened suddenly that she too had noticed the sudden bulge in
his pants and he felt so ashamed he could barely look her directly in the face. He rose
reluctantly from the couch, scolding himself for playing with his cock so much that he
could not keep it down, even now when he had to!
"Nonsense!" The ravishing dark-haired woman cried, rising quickly to grab his arm.
Startled at the sudden vehement sound of her voice, she added more softly, "I think you
might have been getting a little too much sun lately... picking all that corn. Here, come
into my bedroom and rest for a moment before you go home."
As her fingers tightened urgently around the good-looking youngster's forearm, she
made a reckless but still vague decision and moved off to lead him slowly toward her
bedroom door. Eileen could feel the inflamed center of her female organs tingling
electrically in an almost violently passionate answer to the vision of Warren's young
penis swelling steadily inside his pants. She was aware of her vaginal slit throbbing
moistly against the thin filmy fabric of her panties and her nipples were growing
button-hard and chafed against the inner material of her brassiere as her full, upthrust
breasts heaved higher and became swollen with the pulsing torment of her growing
inner excitement.
Abruptly, Eileen knew exactly what she was doing – if there ever had been any doubts
of what was coming over her like a shameless erotic spell. She knew that she was now
experiencing the kind of honest, forthright sexual arousal she had never known with a
man since Steve had left her. She felt the boy's gaze lingering hotly on her ripe
trembling body and she struggled against the impulse to reach up under her skirt at
that moment and rub the fleshy throbbing ridges of her pussy to ease the agonizing
tingling. My God, it was insane, she thought incredulously, wanting a mere boy this
way... but she did, and she could not help herself! He was Steve all over again... and she
had to have him! The moment she had first noticed the lustful swelling in the front of
his pants, her last ounce of self-restraint had disappeared and, God help her, she did
not want to think about what she knew was going to happen!
Some remote part of Eileen's mind was still aware enough of the truth to cry out
warning signals to her passion-fired body but she listened to her numbed conscience
without interest. It was already too late to fight the hurricane of lust that drove her
love-starved body before it and as she guided young Warren through the entrance to
her bedroom, she heard a voice she barely recognized as her own whisper hoarsely,
addressing the boy beside her, "Tell me, Warren, do you like me as much as I think you
do?"
Warren could not speak and he offered no resistance as she pressed him down gently
onto the bed and then leaned seductively over his handsome adolescent face. Her eyes
ravenously searched the innocent, half-frightened depths of his liquid brown eyes as he
stared up at her in dumbfounded confusion.
"Go on and tell me, and don't worry," she insisted as eagerly as a young girl falling in
love for the first time. "I... I know why you were embarrassed in the living room...
because it got hard... because you like me, don't you, dear?"
He was crazy, dreaming, the teenager reasoned anxiously as her words echoed like
thunderclaps in his mixed-up mind, especially what she had said about "it" getting
hard! He nodded his head weakly in response to her question because his throat and
tongue felt as cottony and parched as a dust ball. He watched mutely as his teacher
stood up again at the edge of the bed for a moment, obviously lost in thought. Then
she reached up with both of her hands to tear her spectacles off her nose, tossing them
aside, and then she pulled the pins out of the back of her hair, letting them drop down
to the floor. "There! Now you won't think I'm such an old lady," she announced
smilingly as she sat down beside him on the bed. And then, suddenly, her soft warm
hands were caressing his cheeks sinuously while her own beautiful face kept lowering
closer toward him, masses of dark gleaming hair tumbling down all over the pillow. He
knew she was going to kiss him, on his mouth like no girl had ever done before, and
his eyes closed in expectant delight as he felt the first velvety pressure of her warm lips
upon his!
"Oh, you make me so happy, Darling!" she whispered hotly, lifting her mouth from his.
"Have... have you known many girls? Should I be jealous of someone?"
Warren blinked, the tightness of his throat almost choking him. Again, he struggled for
the power of speech, but it eluded him until at last, he wagged his head dumbly back
and forth.
The lovely brunette was visibly trembling now from the force of the erotic sensations
rippling through every alerted nerve in her being and she grinned broadly in delight at
the youngster's wordless negative answer. She could not remember when anything had
meant more to her!
Eileen felt thoroughly drugged by the very closeness of Warren's budding tender
manhood and she barely cared anymore what the boy might think of her. As she stared
down at him, enchanted by his handsome Steve-like face, she knew for certain that she
was lost... happily lost, and floundering in the blazing currents of sexual feeling that
were beginning to leap between their bodies like electrical sparks.
"That's good, darling, because I want to teach you everything about love," she heard
herself whisper approvingly down at him. "And we'll be secret lovers... I'll be your
girlfriend, Warren, and no one will know..."
Warren was so excited that he felt almost sick to his stomach. The things she was
saying were almost more than he could comprehend! He thought that the breathtaking
older woman must be teasing him, laughing at him inside, but she had kissed him,
really and truly, just like it happened sometimes in his most exciting dreams. And even
at that moment, as if she knew his secret fear, she was stroking his face softly with both
of her hands, while her high firm breasts pressed warmly into his firm chest like two
soft pointed pillows.
"Won't we, my beautiful love?"
"Yes, I'll do anything you say," he cried in a strangled moan of delight. "You must be
the most wonderful woman in the world, Miss McNally!"
"Eileen. Call me Eileen, Darling," she gently corrected him, leaning down to kiss the
tawny shock of hair that fell across his flawless forehead. "And I'll do beautiful things
for you... only you must promise never to hurt me... not to go with other girls. Will
you?"
Warren was almost out of his mind with disbelief at what was happening. His stiff
young cock was jerking crazily under his trousers with each provoking word she spoke
and he was beginning to wonder again if any of this was really taking place at all. It had
taken him all last night, thinking all the time and barely sleeping at all, to work up the
courage to speak to her about what to do with the dog and now... and now, here he was
lying on her bed beneath her, and she was smothering him with warm, moist kisses
again! He felt a nervous chill rush through him as her wet pointed tongue began to play
teasingly over his lips, prying them open to dart experimentally inside his mouth. As if
that weren't enough, he suddenly felt her hand start to travel lightly down over his solid
youthful belly, moving relentlessly closer and closer to the rigid rod of flesh that was
straining out against his trouser crotch.
Eileen savored the sweet self-torture of slowly dragging her hand down his lean smooth
body, exploring the flat plane of his stomach teasingly as she slowly centered in on
what she wanted, what her loins were craving for so hungrily from him. She let her
hand slither down with gentleness over his belt to his hip, caressing the sweet boyish
curve of his buttocks as she wetly kissed him. She felt him trembling beneath her and
her searching fingers drifted over the hardened half-mature sinews beneath his summer
clothing. She knew she must be insane to go on with what she was doing but it did not
matter anymore. She could not stop herself now! There was only one purpose left to
her, to possess this youngster... to love him... perhaps to bring back Steve...
"Wow! What are you doing?" Warren blurted out in astonishment as her hand
teasingly grazed the length of his throbbingly stone-hard member confined inside his
pants and shorts.
In her present state of mounting passionate arousal, she could hardly have offered him
a sensible answer to his question. Her brain felt like a steaming swamp of hotly sensual
desire and she kissed him again to calm him while her hand ceaselessly smoothed down
over the swollen front of his trousers. She drew her long fingers tantalizingly back over
the bulge of his hardened cock, then curled them in tightly to trace its length and
breadth before fumbling anxiously with the zipper of his fly. Good Lord, he was so
perfect, she mused in her passion-dimmed brain, like a dream of Steve returning to her
after all these years. Oh, she wanted to feel his maleness, feel it pulsing and growing in
her fingers until she finally...
A choked sob rose in Warren's throat when the coolness of her fingers reached inside
his trousers to get to his long penis through his opened fly. The sensation was
unbearable, as though his whole body were going to explode with the nervous
excitement that was building inside him. This beautiful woman, his teacher, was
actually holding onto his cock inside his pants and smiling as though she thought it
was the greatest thing in the world! He thought he was going to die from happiness!
The slim blond teenager whimpered again feebly as her soft fingers tightened more
firmly around his stiff jerking hardness.
"Just relax now, my beautiful little lover," Eileen crooned happily. The hard hot feel of
his slender young shaft jerking wildly in her grip was driving her to even greater
heights of fiery wantonness. Cooing soft, comforting words into the boy's ear, she
began to withdraw his rampant boyish cock outside of the opening in his trousers.


Chapter 4

"Hey, Sugar! Com'n here and have a li'l drink with me and the boys!" Ruby Harper
ignored the drunken invitation from inside the bar on Main Street and walked swiftly
by, her pug nose high in the air. It was true that she had to put up with a lot of
indignities every night at Hazel's place but she certainly did not get paid for putting up
with Malcolm's company when he was sloppy drunk inside that dirty bar. Besides, she
smiled happily to herself, she had better things to do that afternoon.
Before he had become completely incoherent with alcohol, Malcolm had paid her a visit
after lunch and told her about the dog Lucifer... or what he knew anyway. It had taken
Ruby all afternoon on the telephone to discover the identity of the "tall, sexy broad
with glasses" that her farmhand lover had tipsily described. Even now, she was not
certain that the information she had received from one of her best customers, the pot
bellied head of the school board, was correct, but Ruby had a hunch that the German
Shepherd was in the hands of the pretty, new schoolteacher. After all, there were not
many attractive women in Richland Crossing that Malcolm did not recognize
immediately and, according to what she had heard, Ruby knew that this Eileen McNally
had been in the town only this summer, the one time of the year when the farm
workers were too busy on the field to catch sight of every new piece of woman-flesh
that blew into town.
"A lady from Chicago... very well-bred girl," Ruby irritably recalled the pointed warning
in the words of the pompous old school director. As if she did not know that, compared
to a common whore like herself, every woman in Richland Crossing was considered a
well-bred-lady, she mused angrily. Then a wry smile appeared on her young face as she
wondered how the lovely schoolteacher would have responded if Lucifer had tried to
perform any of the tricks Ruby had taught him. Perhaps the "well-bred lady from
Chicago" might not want to part with the talented German Shepherd now, Ruby
thought with a sardonic chuckle.
As she turned her steps down dusty Merchant Street, the sexy young blonde withdrew a
scrap of paper from a pocket in her cotton miniskirt. She had written down the
teacher's address there, but now, as she stared down at what she had written, Ruby
considered going bade to the bar to ask Malcolm for more explicit directions to the "old
Randall place" that the middle-aged school superintendent had mentioned that
afternoon. All the ramshackle houses on the outskirts of the village looked the same
and it was hard to tell which were deserted and who lived in the others.
Suddenly, Ruby caught sight of a lacy white curtain blowing out of an open window in
the clap-board house across the street from where she was walking. She racked her
memory and became more and more certain that she recalled the house had been
empty all last winter. Yes, it must be the place the schoolteacher had moved into, she
quickly decided as she started up the path leading to the front door, and if not... well,
she could always turn around and walk right out again if the inhabitants started
berating her for being the town whore.
Despite her brazen, cocky air, the hard-faced young girl felt herself becoming nervous
as she approached the front steps of the rickety-looking little house. She hated having to
ask anyone for anything, and the thought of having to explain to some unknown,
undoubtedly haughty, city woman that she wanted her pet dog back, annoyed her. And
what if the woman refused to give Lucifer back? Would any man in town stand up for
Ruby and say that he had actually seen the German Shepherd before, performing his
famous act with the local prostitute? It wasn't likely! No, they would call her a cheap,
lying slut and not say that she actually owned the dog.
On a sudden impulse, Ruby walked quietly past the wooden steps leading to the front
door and tip-toed through the shrubbery to peek into the front window that she could
see was open. A wide, happy smile softened her face as she saw the big black German
Shepherd dozing peacefully on the carpet on the middle of the living room floor. For a
moment, she was tempted to simply walk up to the front door and call the giant dog
outside but then an odd sound caught her attention. Ruby ducked down hurriedly
below the window level as she heard it again, a soft sobbing whimper that could have
come from a woman or a child.
Ruby could not control her curiosity and in another moment she was creeping around
the corner of the house, approaching another window farther to the rear of the
building. She smiled bitterly as she wondered what it would take to make a "good
woman" like Eileen McNally cry, the way even she had cried herself to sleep so many
times since she had left her family to live in Hazel's "sporting house."
Then, suddenly, another sound, a soft crooning woman's voice startled Ruby so much
that she froze dead still in her tracks. It was very close, she realized, and was coming
definitely from the window she was approaching. She took one more long, stealthy step,
just in time to hear the same sweet feminine voice murmuring tenderly: "Just relax
now, my beautiful little love... Eileen is going to make you feel sooooo good..."
A broad, wicked grin spread automatically across Ruby's face as the incriminating
words registered quickly in her mind. Barely daring to breathe, the slender blonde girl
slowly straightened her body up from under the window sill and peered inside. Her
greenish eyes widened with malicious delight as she peeked in at the scene taking place
in the bedroom and heard the dark-haired woman on the bed inside whisper to her
young male companion, "Let me show you everything, my darling. After all, that's what
your teacher is for..."
At that moment, Warren Falk moaned again in confused mounting tension as the
gorgeous older woman seated beside him slipped his hard, throbbing shaft of veinribbed 
flesh slowly outside of his opened trousers. Jolting shocks of excitement charged
through his potent young groin ,and up into his lean, firm belly as Eileen began to
brazenly stroke his long slender cock in clear sight of his own gaping eyes. She carefully
did the loose outer skin of his hardened, youthful penis up and down in her velvety
grip, teasing at his tingling still-covered balls with her long, pointed fingernails. He felt
as though he were gasping desperately for air in his nervous excitement and yet he
silently prayed that she would not stop her thrilling ministrations... God no, not ever...
Suddenly, she pulled her hand away without warning and his semen-smeared cock
stood out in the air from his rumpled clothing by itself, throbbing and pointing upward
like a fleshy artillery shell about to shoot off from his slim boyish hips. Through his
involuntary groan of disappointment, Warren heard his beautiful teacher murmur
throatily as she rose from the bed, "Let's take our clothes off, darling. Would you...
would you like to undress me?"
With smoky, half-closed eyes, Eileen stared down intensely at the handsome youngster
who lay sprawled and waiting on her ruffled bedspread, his lean hips still writhing
slightly from her gentle masturbation of his slender stone-hard penis. This was
impossible, she thought incredulously; not after all these years! For the first time since
Steve graduated from college, leaving her humiliated and broken-hearted, the ravishing
brunette felt real hunger for a man, felt like a rutting female animal with all her nerves
trying out for satisfaction. She was vaguely aware of a desperate struggle taking place in
her lust-deranged brain-one part of her mind was fully aware of the shameless
immorality of what was happening, that she had taken this innocent trusting boy into
her bedroom and was now teasing him mercilessly past the point of reason. But in
another part of her brain, a much more persuasive voice was repeating over and over
that, yes, she wanted this sweet-faced fourteen-year-old farm boy more than anything
else in the world... and she knew she had made him want her just as strongly now. At
this point, it was more than she could possibly do to deny herself, or him, the
satisfaction of the raging desire that was controlling their whole beings like some
overpowering supernatural force. Her voluptuous body was too excited now to pay
attention to anything but its own selfish demands and her softly full lips opened
invitingly, sweetly uttering the words that would forever demolish the lifelong
innocence of this boy who was young enough to be her own son.
"Stand up, Darling, and undress me. I want to let you see my naked body, to touch me
and kiss me all over before... before you fuck me," she commanded in a sultry but
urgent tone of voice.
The wide-eyed youngster stared up at her in confusion for a long breathless moment,
his astonished brain barely able to accept the real meaning of her bold wanton words,
but then, with a spine-tingling rush of understanding he suddenly realized that this
gorgeous teacher had just offered to help him fulfill his wildest dreams! He uttered a
strangled moan of delight and rose from the bed to crush his straining body against
hers in a desperate, awkward embrace. His searching mouth found her soft waiting lips,
pressing hard against their delicious open warmth with youthful fervor, then slipping
smoothly downward to pay the grateful homage of another kiss on Eileen's smooth
ivory throat above her scoop-necked summer blouse. His hands fumbled uncertainly at
the buttons of her blouse until the lovely brunette had to help him unfasten them
herself and pull the cotton garment up slowly over her slender white shoulders.
Warren's eyes grew wide and round in joyful disbelief as the full heaving mounds of her
breasts were exposed to his hot gaze, the fleshy bulges almost spilling out of the lacy
confinement of her white brassiere. Eileen's loins tingled and pulsed faster with
unaccustomed passion as she felt the teenager's trembling fingers fumbling eagerly
behind her back to work at the clasps of her bra, his breath rasping excitedly near her
ear as he struggled with the stubborn hooks. Smiling gently at his boyish clumsiness,
after a moment she reached behind her and deftly unsnapped them, then stood there
passively, abandoning her nearly naked body to his grasping fingers as he eagerly tore
the last covering from her upper body, baring her full quivering breasts to his expectant
gaze.
She stood unashamedly before him, her face radiating a strange kind of pride as Warren
moved slightly backwards and stared wonderingly at her roundly pointed breasts with
their dark, cherry-like nipples still swaying provocatively before his feverish eyes. A soft
moan of lewd delight tumbled from his open lips and then suddenly his blond head
dropped downward, his white teeth flashing harshly on the rosy upturned tip of her
pillowy right breast. Eileen gasped aloud at the pain of the unexpectedly sharp bite but
she could not squirm away from his nibbling teeth as his hand roamed sensuously over
her exciting thighs and hips as he held her firmly before him. His lips hungrily and
passionately explored the soft palpitating mounds of her breasts, tonguing and kissing
the warm vibrant flesh that was naked beneath his inquiring mouth. As quickly as it
had come, Eileen's fear departed a few seconds later and her smooth flaring hips began
a slow impatient writhing against his loins as she felt a delightful twitch of glorious
sensation deep in the crevice between her thighs.
"Do you like them... my big soft titties right in your mouth, my little lover?" she
crooned lewdly as she reached down between them and firmly clasped his swollen rod
of flesh in her clenched fingers once again. She remembered how she and Steve had
used "dirty" words to incite each other's passions and she went on now, "Have you ever
sucked a girl's tits before, Darling, while she squeezed your big, hot cock?"
Warren lifted his handsome face from her reluctantly, his hands moving up anxiously
to tightly clasp over her rising and falling firm breasts, and managed to shake his head
negatively. The sight of his innocent brown eyes gleaming in virginal passion at the
sight of her exciting cream-white breasts billowing out between his wide-spread fingers
added more fuel to the mad lust blazing wildly in Eileen's loins.
"Now, the rest, Darling," she whispered, kissing him first while she tenderly stroked his
stiff jutting cock. "Hurry – get me naked!"
Warren was too wildly aroused now with the excitement of anticipation to remember
his earlier embarrassment and fear. He felt as though he were being led blindly by the
hand down into an inferno of unknown excitement. He saw her full ivory breasts rising
and falling with breath as excited as his own as Eileen took his right hand from one of
her trembling white breasts and pushed it down swiftly to the side fastening of her
skirt. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers playing indecisively at the waistband of her
full skirt, and then he suddenly jerked down the zipper with one tug and quickly
hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, pulling both garments
down quickly over her hips and long shapely legs in one eager movement.
She stood there completely naked in front of him.
"Oh God, Miss McNally... I mean, Eileen," he gasped hotly as his eyes drank in the
dazzling vision of her perfect white body there before him, naked except for the red
high-heeled pumps she still wore. "I really want to... fuck you! Can I fuck you now,
please?"
Eileen stiffened momentarily at the sound of the obscene word coming from the youth's
mouth and yet its very lewdness excited her even more until she knew she had lost
whatever control she still had over what was happening here in her own bedroom. She
could feel the warm sticky moisture spreading out from her seething vagina to dampen
the swollen, hair-lined outer cuntal lips and she pressed her long, smooth thighs
together to ease the burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. Warren's fiery kisses
and maddening manipulations of her blazing flesh was turning her entire body into a
bundle of raw nerve-ends, filling her with a passion that she was powerless to hold in
check. A tiny moan of lusty delight fell from her open, soft red lips as the sandy-haired
youngster wonderingly seized both of her full, throbbing breasts and squeezed them
together like two straining grapefruits until the turgid nipples met. His mouth hungrily
enveloped them, then, and tiny pin pricks of delicious feeling raced through the tips of
them as he sucked the hardening points into the warm moist cavern of his mouth. She
could feel his hot breath moving softly over her throat as he lifted his head to lock his
lips wildly against hers once again.
"Ooooh, yes, God, yessssss! Take me! Fuck me, darling!" she cried mindlessly into his
mouth. 'Take your clothes off, Warren! Hurry!"
She was a slave to the surges of hot sexual longing that made her body ache to have
him inside her and there was no thought in her mind but anticipation of the moment
when he would finally thrust his stiff boyish cock deep up into her moist waiting
vagina. She knew she could not bear this another moment and she reached forward
suddenly to tear at the buttons of his shirt with shameless zeal. Maddening sensations
of blind lust spiraled through Eileen's naked loins and into her soft lower belly as
Warren stood willing and enchanted by the seductive charms of her mature body, his
strong young fingers greedily tracing the tantalizing curves of her warm swelling breasts
with mounting adolescent passion. She hurriedly peeled his shirt down along his sinewy
arms and leaned forward a little to kiss his hairless chest, the little male nipples of his
still boyish breasts growing tight as she flicked at them with her moist tongue-tip. Her
fingertips trailed teasingly downward over his quivering belly and navel, brushing
lightly over the purplish throbbing head of his rampant prick before she slowly
unhitched his belt, frantically tugging both trousers and shorts down over his slender
hips and lean buttocks. Her eyes feasted on the sight of his upward-arching, stiffened
cock jutting out from his sparse sprinkling of blond pubic hair and his virile young balls
dangling heavily down between his corded thighs as his discarded garments fell into a
rumpled heap around his ankles. His long stiffened penis jerked sharply in her palm as
she clenched her fist tightly around his hardness.
"You'll have to show me how," the boy whispered uncertainly as he saw her blue eyes
narrow in lewd anticipation of what was coming. "W-will you teach me how to fuck
you?"
The innocent sincerity in the youngster's crude words aroused Eileen even more until
she could no longer understand what was happening all through her body. Her brain
whirled insanely with lust and she groaned with a husky sound as the boy hesitantly
drew her closer to the narrow bed behind him.
"God, yes, I'll teach you," she murmured brokenly. "But, let's do it now! For God's
sake, hurry! I can't wait any longer!"
She climbed deliberately onto the bed then and pulled him down close beside her, her
mind whirling in an uncontrollable vortex of carnal lust. Her hands drifted lustfully
over his perfect young body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles tense and tremble as
she explored the secret hollows and crevices of him, her red lips finding his as she lifted
her satiny-fleshed white thigh over his, pressing her soft, down-covered mound tightly
against his hip with a soft, grinding motion. Greedily, she rolled him toward her, then,
until his solid length of throbbing male flesh jabbed into the soft sensitive flesh of her
vibrating, warm vaginal crevice. The wildly lurching cock twitched maddeningly
between her clenching white buttocks, moving up and down the slippery valley as the
youngster's hips gyrated madly in an effort to plant the hard, blood-filled tip inside the
swollen lips of her wet pussy.
"My darling little lover," she gasped hotly as her own hips began to move back and
forth in an abandoned fucking motion, feeling the fantastic pressure of his swollen cock
against the pink ragged lips of her vagina. "I'm going to be the best girlfriend a young
boy ever had. I'm going to teach you to fuck me... and then later we'll do everything to
each other... anything you want me to do to you!"
"Please... please..." he gasped brokenly, unable to speak properly out of the torment of
his need. His hard blue-veined penis felt as though it were made of solid cement and
her licentious promises only made it throb more, until it almost hurt. Taking a deep
breath, he pled, "Do it to me! Teach me how to fuck you now!"
Smiling reassurance to the frantic boy, the brunette teacher mercifully pulled his lithe
body over on top of hers and reached down probingly between them, grasping the full
length of his long, rock-hard cock. Her hand stroked smoothly up and down the
smooth taut flesh for a moment, delighting in its urgent pulsing against her soft palm
and in the warm stickiness of the fluid that oozed in tiny droplets from the blood-filled
tip. Then, no longer able to bear the teasing sensation herself, she shakily guided the
hard shiny head up from the valley of her soft sleek buttocks gently poising it between
the throbbing hair-lined lips of her vagina. Eileen held it there with one hand and
placed the other on the boy's hard muscular buttocks, pulling with all her strength to
draw the long, pulsating shaft of flesh into the warm softness of her pussy, to let it
finally quench once and for all the gnawing hunger that tortured her ripe voluptuous
body.
Anxiously watching her expression, Warren tentatively pressed forward and Eileen's
eyes, closed immediately in ecstasy as she felt the first soft electrical contact of the
bloated cock tip against the sensitive edges of her moist waiting vagina. Then her
breathing stopped for what seemed like a century as she lay in complete wantonness
beneath the body of the light-haired youngster, anticipating the wonderful moment
when he would drive the fiery rod of pulsing flesh up into her starving body.
"Now, Lover," she breathed. "Oh God, Darling, shove your cock up into my hot
pussy!"
Above her, the blond boy's uncertain expression gave way to a lustful grimace of sheer
animal need as he heard her impassioned female plea. For the first time in his short life,
a beautiful voluptuous woman was actually begging him to screw her and he had a
sensation of infinite power unlike anything he had ever experienced before. With a little
cry of conquest, he pressed forward on her squirming naked body and heard her gasp
in delirious satisfaction as the swollen rock-hard head of his penis drove forward, in
past the moist slightly parted mouth of her pussy. His stiff throbbing spear of flesh
moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her
aching vagina and the lovely dark-haired woman winced at the shocking sensation of
pleasure mixed with pain as it burrowed farther up into her belly, seeming to slide in
forever, filling her more gloriously and completely than she would ever have believed
possible.
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, the handsome farmer's son looked down and
gasped at the unbelievable spectacle of his lovely teacher helplessly spread-eagled
beneath his tense body with the head of his erect adolescent cock buried in the softly
silky curling hair of her pussy. He gasped and fell heedlessly forward, his weight
smashing her full-rounded breasts tightly back against her chest with the power of his
sudden thrust. His slender hips lurched forward at the same time to slide his long,
pulsating cock deep into her ravenous cunt like a driving, relentless piston, pushing the
soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in velvety waves before its blunt rounded head.
Eileen groaned in mindless rapture as she felt his testicles dance lightly against the
cheeks of her quivering ass and the hard rubbery head of his youthful penis push
tentatively far up inside against her hidden cervix.
"That's right, Darling... that's beautiful," Eileen crooned in rapturous delight, then
quickly smoothed her hands down over his straining, sinewy buttocks to hold him deep
inside her. "Now wait and feel what your teacher can do to that precious young cock of
yours." She strained her inner muscles tight to hold his long slender cock snugly within
her burning pussy, then began to rotate her full rounded hips, screwing her loins up
tighter and tighter against his pelvis. Each time his aroused member throbbed
spasmodically in her wet, clenching vagina, she tightened her muscles in response,
delighting in the lost, ecstatic expression that came over his Steve-like face.
"Oh... oooooh, man!" Warren whined feebly, thrusting his hips uncontrollably forward
to meet her thrusting motion as she held his cock firmly inside the warm moist channel
of her sucking pussy. He had never seen anybody look as wild-eyed as she did now, her
mouth loose and panting as if she were about to lose her mind from sheer excitement.
In his short lifetime, he had never heard anyone, even his friends at school, talk as dirty
as this beautiful woman had talked and yet there was something about the way she
mouthed the lust-inciting four-letter words that made him want her even more. Crazy
jolts of untamed desire raced through his fiery groin every time she said them, while
her big famished-looking blue eyes blazed and her lipstick-smeared lips worked
sensuously with the effort of her erotic movements.
"Oh, that's good, isn't it, my sweet lover?" Eileen whispered shakily as she felt the
broad fleshy base of his long impaling cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her
clitoris. She was lost in the deluge of unspent passion dammed up inside of her for too
many years, flooding and washing away the very roots of her moral fiber. To even
remotely consider such a seduction would have been beyond the realm of her
comprehension yesterday, and without a doubt she would despise herself when it was
over. Yet here she was, revelling insanely in the very depths of her depravity, with no
intention of stopping until she had satisfied her long-denied sexual need to the very
limit.
"Tell me!" she prodded him again.
"Uuuunnnhh...!" Warren groaned ecstatically, the sight of her large heavy breasts
dancing and swaying as she slavishly fucked her pussy up and down around his hot
pistoning cock, doubling his appreciation. Then suddenly her feet kicked out wide in
the air and her arms and legs closed then to wrap around his tense young body. He
abruptly realized that he was free to do whatever he liked and he began to violently jerk
his hips back and forth, trying to ram farther and farther into her moist silken cunt.
Eileen felt her breath gradually being whipped away by the thrilling sensation of
Warren plunging his rock-hard cock up into her hot lusting pussy and she began to
rotate her silky white buttocks in the most provocative manner she could possibly
manage. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his sweet, boiling sperm far up into her hot
clasping vagina, to fill her as she had never been filled before. This afternoon, she and
this wonderful youth would explore together all the delights of sex that she had tried
for so many years to forget.
Warren's eyes gleamed brightly with the pleasure he was experiencing so deeply for the
first time in his life. His hips bucked madly up and down to bury the full length of his
lust-inflamed penis deep in the sensitive moist passageway of his beautiful teacher's
hair-lined cunt. He panted heavily as he propped his slim young body up on his elbows
and stared down between their joined bodies, drinking in the sight of his throbbing
glistening cock, moist with her sex juices driven deeply into the spread coral slit of her
stretched yielding cunt. The spectacle of her full ripe breasts jouncing below his face,
the rosy pointed nipples like two round eyes staring back up at him, filled him with
almost unbearable excitement. His brown eyes gaped open wider as he watched the
movements of the ragged pink flanges of her pussy, the fleshy folds drawing outward
with each slow outstroke he made, then being swallowed in again as he gently thrust
forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The wet, flat smack
of his hips thudding against her heaving upthrust pelvis resounded heavily throughout
the sunny bedroom as he rammed his long fiery cock deeper and deeper into her
steaming O-shaped pussy and the inexperienced youngster vaguely wondered if he were
hurting the tight tiny hole he had felt when he first put his cock between her widely
parted legs. He desperately hoped he was not hurting her because it felt too deliciously
good to even think of stopping at this point.
"Oh, God, oh, yesssssss... that's right, my sweet lover, that's wonderful!" she crooned
deliriously up at him as she writhed her pelvis rhythmically to meet each stroke of the
plunging boyish cock that was fucking into her. She was no longer ashamed for having
lured this fantastic boy to do what he was doing – screwing up into the depths of her
belly! Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably as she writhed beneath the blond teenager,
guiding his slaving movements frantically with her hands and hips, utterly lost in the
intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement. She snaked one hand up around his
neck, pulling his face down to rest on the billowing white warmth of her luscious white
breasts, sensing that he was already about to cum very soon. She wanted his first time
to be a wonderful, memorable experience, just as her first time with Steve had been,
and she ground her hips wildly upward to make it as good for him as she possibly
could.
The sandy-haired youngster labored over her, moving suddenly' into a rhythm of
longer, smoother plunging strokes that brought his pulsing fleshy length almost all the
way out of Eileen's tightly clasping vagina on the back-stroke and then driving forward
into her belly until he could feel the blood-gorged head of his long hardened cock
filling her all the way up to her cervix deep inside her heaving body. He could feel her
begin to thrash more wantonly beneath him and her lusty writhing made him forget
everything but the ecstatic maelstrom of animal lust that was building higher deep
inside his sperm-filled testicles. Warren's hands slipped roughly down between the
tousled bedspread and the full milk-white cheeks of his teacher's beautifully rounded
ass and the boy cupped the firm smooth globes in his clutching spread fingers and
palms, massaging the warm soft flesh in delight as he felt his hot white cum begin to
boil deep in his heavily laden balls.
The gorgeous older woman moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face
registering the true intensity of her passionate abandonment. She was growing more
and more aroused by the second and the teenager's long stiff penis stroked harder and
harder into her silky smooth cuntal passage. The straining bedsprings squeaked loudly
in time to the two tightly intertwined bodies struggling mindlessly against each other as
the youngster dazedly turned his head slightly to take one of her erect sensitive nipples
into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. The guttural sounds of deep panting grunts
and groans filled the tiny house, mingling with the moist noises of sweat-soaked flesh
smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet viscous slurping sound of the
boy's hard jade-hammering code driving madly in and out of Eileen's wet steaming
cunt.
Then, suddenly, Eileen gasped with alarm as she felt the youthful code begin to flex and
pulse harder deep in her arching belly. The hard rubbery head flared out until she was
afraid it might tear into her belly and it took a moment before the inexperienced older
woman realized with satisfaction that the boy was going to cum, to shoot his warm,
creamy load of sperm up into her wet ravenous pussy. The very thought made her
shiver with delight. Her hands darted quickly forward to grasp his driving buttocks,
pulling him as far as humanly possible in between her open, willing loins. At the same
time, she felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a volcano
erupting and she waved her upthrust white buttocks from side to side in the air, wildly
spiraling her pulsing excited cunt up and down on his thrusting hotly-expanding cock.
Suddenly she began to quiver uncontrollably beneath the boy's pounding body!
"Oh God, I'm... I'm cummmmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmming!"
Her breathless groan rose to a strangled whine of ecstasy as her body stiffened and
began vibrating like a plucked string on a violin, her own wet white fluids oozing out
from her quivering passion-soaked channel, drowning the boy's stiff impaling penis in
its sweet, sticky warmth.
The light-haired youth paused for a moment, astounded by the beautiful woman's
sudden uncontrollable convulsions, but then as she gasped out the last of her intense
tingling orgasm, the teenager felt himself lose all control of his passion. With a rush
that took the young boy's breath away, his boiling white sperm erupted deep up into
the gorgeous woman's widely-stretched pussy, mixing deliciously with the still flowing
juices of her own cumming.
Eileen's dazzled mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt the hot sticky liquid
squirting deep inside her, filling her spread ravished pussy to overflowing with its warm
white wetness. The slippery walls of her hot pussy clenched and unclenched tightly
around it, desperately sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry mouth. Their
combined cum juices flowed wetly down around his still-lurching cock, dribbling down
into the soft, excitedly tensing valley of her buttocks and washing over his balls and the
thick base of his buried penis as he tried desperately to sink it even deeper into the
teacher's heaving belly. Brilliant flashes of light like exploding firecrackers continuously
filled the voluptuous brunette's lust-dazed brain as she continued to groan and pant out
the seemingly endless orgasm, her body quivering and shaking like a crazed animal.
"Oh, please, don't stop! Don't ever stop, darling!" she pleaded incoherently. The
ravenous pores of her vagina clasped greedily around the spurting young code until it
gave one last spasmodic jerk and then lay motionless up in the depths of her writhing
belly.
The panting youth finally fell exhaustedly across her sweating body, feeling the walls of
her cum-filled vagina still undulating excitedly around his rapidly-shrinking penis. After
several minutes, Eileen too quivered to stillness, her long shapely legs collapsing limply
on either side of his gasping form as the teenager's clutching grip on her trembling
buttocks slowly loosened and was finally released altogether. The older woman's firm,
perfectly-shaped body felt drained of all energy and feeling and, as she moved
tentatively beneath the weight of the boy, she felt her exhausted thighs and buttocks
slipping obscenely in the excess of hot sticky juices that had filled her belly to the
bursting point. A moment later, she gently rolled Warren off her weary body, breathing
thickly to fill her burning lungs with air as he slowly lifted himself a little to give her
some help. The dark-haired teacher moaned softly as she felt the now-limp penis pull
slowly out of her used and battered cunt, then sighed with relief as a cool plains breeze
wafted in from the surrounding cornfields to leave her spent, sweat-soaked body on the
rumpled bed.


Chapter 5

Eileen stood pensively by the front living-room window, holding back the starched
white curtain with one slender hand as she wistfully watched Warren's slender boyish
figure striding away up the narrow dirt road toward town. She could not help but
wonder what the sandy-haired eighteen-year-old was thinking, what he would think of
her, his teacher, as he crossed Main Street, then trudged across the green fields to his
widowed father's farmhouse and the supper that was probably waiting for him there.
He had not cried tears as she had thought he might, but had at last gotten up from the
bed after they had both cum, quickly collecting his scattered garments from the
polished wood floor in the manner of an experienced young Casanova who had just
accomplished a startling feat of virility. She had slipped into a sheer blue silk robe and
accompanied him to the front door, carefully reminding him of the need for absolute
secrecy about all that happened between them. Like a grown man he had suddenly
become, Warren had calmly assured her of his trustworthiness and kissed her tenderly
good-bye before leaving the house. He had even knelt down to pat "Beanbag" warmly
on the dog's huge furry head, admonishing the great black beast to take good care of
his new mistress until Warren could return to the white clapboard house again.
Eileen had been touched by the youngster's grown-up sentiment but as soon as he had
walked out of sight, she had dissolved in a sobbing fit of remorseful tears. Dear God,
what had she done? What kind of monster was she? she badgered herself repentantly.
She could not even bear to remember the unbelievably depraved seduction she had
engineered, the filthy obscenities that had spewed so freely from her mouth while she
had ravaged his helpless young innocence. She had been a fiend, a perverted lecherous
fiend unable to use the least bit of restraint as she all but raped her own sweet young
student! And now that she had stripped both herself and teenaged Warren Falk of every
last vestige of decency and innocence, she felt nothing but disgust for herself and her
weakness.
Somehow, despite the despairing sobs that wracked her exhausted body, Eileen
managed to pour herself a huge drink of straight brandy and downed it in two
desperate gulps. The raw burning liquor was gratefully absorbed into her bloodstream
almost immediately and she slumped dizzily down onto the living-room couch, thankful
for the rapid effects of the conscience-dulling liquor.
Within a few moments, her natural level-headedness began to reassert itself and her
tears dried finally to an occasional droplet that trickled down her cheek. Gradually she
began to face the real horror of the situation, the terrifying aspect that no amount of
crying would help. The truth was that she knew this was not the end of her sexual
reawakening... It was only the beginning. Her experience with the German Shepherd at
lunch-time had only been a foretaste of the delights she had found in the sleek
immature body of her willing young pupil. She was petrified with fear at the realization
that she was all too weak, that her years of chastity had only been years of hiding from
the satanic needs that had been lying dormant deep inside her. Now, when the lewd
sensual urge began to blossom in her loins and belly once again, she knew that she
would no longer be able to satisfy herself with her fingers... or even with her new pet's
strangely satisfying tongue. No, she had returned once more to the lusty enjoyment of
warm young male flesh, and she was afraid that she would never be content with less
than that again.
But, God, what about her position as a teacher, the innocent children who trusted and
loved her so wholeheartedly? she wondered fearfully. What if anyone ever found out
about her vile humiliating debauchery with young Warren? She could be black-listed
from every school in the country or worse... be thrown in jail by frightened angry
parents! In the next moment, her alcohol-induced calmness fell away and her tears
began to flow heavily once again. She was nothing but a whore, a lewd lecherous
woman, and Eileen had no idea of how to live with this new knowledge of herself.

* * *

"Hey there, stud! You're lookin' pretty smart-you got yourself a new girlfriend, boy?"
The superior smile that had formed on Warren's face when he had seen his father's
helper leaning drunkenly against the doorway of the town bar suddenly faded into an
expression of guilty shock as he heard Malcolm Weaver's taunting words. A cold little
chill shot up his back, adding to the confused but proud feelings that filled him from
head to foot.
"Aw, you're drunk, Malcolm," he said with an attempt at casual brusqueness. "I'm just
goin' home for dinner. You better be home early tonight 'cause Pa has to get that
yellow squash in tomorrow before it goes bad on the vines."
"Oho, listen to the big man," the tall, pale-haired farmhand jeered over his shoulder to
the bright-eyed blonde girl who stood close behind him in the decrepit bar's gloomy
dimness. Warren could see her grin knowingly as she nodded along with her
companion. "Yeah," Malcolm went on, fully enjoying the youngster's obvious
uneasiness. "Ruby and me, we suspect you been doin' a little playin' around, boy. We
were thinkin' that maybe you got yourself a little piece of tail, hmm?"
"Now, Honey, don't pick on the boy," the golden-haired woman tittered evilly from
within the bar. "Could be my ol' hound dog Lucifer just got that lady so all-fired hot
that she just sort of raped the kid. Look at him, he's so darned green, he probably don't
even know what happened to him!"
Warren had been standing there with his mouth hanging open at their sardonic words,
but as Ruby spoke he felt a surprising anger rising up within him. He knew who
Malcolm's girlfriend was; Warren's father had told him that she was a whore, the kind
of woman that no one but ugly old Malcolm would have anything to do with. And now
the filthy accusations she was making about Miss McNally, his beautiful new girlfriend,
made the youngster want to lash out, to slap her sneering mouth.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Malcolm," he finally managed, stuttering in
his righteous fury. "But if... if I did do that, y-you can bet I'd find a n-nice lady who
doesn't sell it to everybody in t-town!"
"Why, you stinking little snake," Ruby hissed, pushing roughly past Malcolm, her
hands held up with long red nails poised to do some damage to the youngster's face.
But Warren was already gone, dashing easily across the street, his face still a fiery red.
In another moment, he had cut between two dingy stores and was loping across the
bean fields toward the big red farmhouse a quarter mile away, a warm glow of pride in
his chest that he had discreetly defended the honor of the gorgeous woman he now
knew he loved.
Back on Main Street, Ruby still stood there on the sidewalk outside the bar, her green
eyes blazing as she heard the mocking derisive laughter of the few people in the bar
who had overheard her humiliating exchange with the teenaged boy. She stood
motionless for another moment, her hands clenched stiffly at her sides, then turned
back to Malcolm who stood grinning drunkenly in the doorway.
"Honey, would you come with me to get Lucifer later on tonight," she requested in a
suddenly gentled voice, smiling at him with sugary sweetness, "you can get look at what
little Warren's getting and maybe we could even have some fun ourselves with that
well-bred city lady...


Chapter 6

Eileen was dozing lightly when she began to dream of Warren, his blond head buried
down deep between her wide-splayed thighs as his sweet young tongue lapped hungrily
at her tingling vagina. Her erect clitoris was swelling and burning under the ardent
kisses of his inexperienced lips and she pressed her flaring hips up higher toward his
handsome face, huskily murmuring, "Oh, that's good, lover. Lick me... kiss my pussy..."
She wriggled forward to give him better access to her throbbing inner channel and then
the sharp crash of breaking glass roused her from her slumber. Her blue eyes flew open
and she gazed dazedly around the room in the darkness. In a moment, she sleepily
determined she was in her living room and reaching behind her head, she found and
switched on the reading lamp beside the couch on which she lay.
A disgusted frown creased her smooth white brow as she blinkingly viewed herself, silk
robe askew over her naked reclining body, with the huge black German Shepherd
crouched between her spread legs at the other end of the couch, his great furry head
resting pensively on her creamy white out-stretched thigh. On the floor beside the
couch, she saw her brandy glass lying there shattered, obviously dropped on the floor as
she had tossed fitfully in her alcohol-induced sleep. She felt a cool moistness between
her naked thighs and guiltily remembered her exciting dream. It had not been Warren
but his dog "Beanbag" who had been hungrily licking the drying cum from where it
had dribbled out of her used and sated pussy. In one shattering moment, her selfrevulsion 
over all that had occurred that day returned with full force to the beautiful
awakening teacher with the strength of a tidal wave breaking over a tiny tropical village.
She felt ravished and weak with distaste for herself, the house in which she had hoped
to find a new life, and particularly for the German Shepherd who, she now realized, had
so easily broken down her defenses earlier that day. If only she had never agreed to take
him home from the school!
"Get down off the couch," she snapped sharply down to the great black animal who had
been staring soulfully up at her. "Didn't they teach you any manners where you lived
before? Dogs don't lie on the furniture and they don't..."
Her voice faded out. She was unable to blame the dog for what was undoubtedly a
simple, earnest show of erection on his part. How could a mere dumb animal know
how she would respond if he licked her in that one, particularly sensitive area? she
thought with a sigh... The pungent, faintly-sweet scent of her and Warren's mixed
orgasmic juices still filled her nostrils like a reminder of her weakness throughout that
day.
Well, there was nothing to do now but clean up the broken glass and go to bed, she
thought sadly. Maybe a good night's sleep would clear her mind so that she could make
some kind of rational judgment about what had happened today. Eileen wearily sat up
and pushed the reluctant German Shepherd off the couch, then swung her long
symmetrical legs over the edge of the cushions and rose unsteadily to her feet. She was
still a little tipsy from the brandy she had drunk earlier, she realized as she crouched to
carefully pick up the sharp fragments of glass from the wooden floor. Cautiously
balancing the jagged shards in both hands, she rose slowly and turned toward the
kitchen, then froze in her tracks as she heard someone pounding hard on her front
door.
Eileen's heart began to race wildly as she nervously speculated on who it might be. She
dropped the pieces of glass in a wastebasket beside the couch and automatically began
to finger-comb her loose shoulder-length hair as she quickly straightened her disheveled
robe with the other hand. My God, could it be Warren's father? she wondered fearfully.
The police... ?
"Who is it?"
"I live in town, Miss McNally," a feminine voice came from the other side of the closed
door. "I heard you have my dog, and I've come to get him."
"Yes, of course," Eileen said, barely able to keep the relief she felt out of her voice. She
should have known that someone would eventually come to claim the beautiful animal
and, in a way, it would be a great help in her present situation to be rid of the
strangely-talented dog. "Just a moment," she called more loudly as she fumbled with the
rusty bolt on the door.
"Please come in," she invited warmly, pulling the wooden door inward. Then, the
friendly smile fell away from the teacher's face as she saw two people standing there, a
blonde girl in a daringly short mini-dress and an evilly grinning man. They suddenly
elbowed past her into the room, shutting the door sharply behind them. The girl's
almost-pretty face wore an expression of sarcastic amusement as Eileen stood gaping
incredulously at them, her blue eyes wide with confusion and the beginnings of fear.
"What... what is this all about?" Eileen asked, feeling a crippling apprehension clutching
at her middle. "I don't... understand... Who are you?"
"Just call us friends... of Warren's, Miss McNally," the blonde girl said in reply with a
suggestive sneer. "Listen, you have my dog. There he is... Hello, Lucifer baby, come
here and give me a big kiss."
Eileen watched in stunned horror as the big black dog ambled happily over to the girl
and obediently licked her extended hand. "He was lost," the beautiful brunette teacher
explained apologetically. "I... I was just feeding him until someone claimed him."
"You been gettin' any lovin' from him?" the tall skinny man drawled with a slow
insulting wink. "Or you been savin' it all up for Warren? I don't know why you want to
mess around with that silly kid when you got Lucifer here to fuck you and lick your
cunt. I taught him myself, and he's damned good, Miss McNally."
"I-I don't know w-what you mean," Eileen stammered in fearful astonishment. It was
impossible that these two knew what had happened to her today... and yet apparently
they did. How... ? "Please, take your dog and go. I have to teach in the morning," she
said with attempted firmness. Gathering her silk robe tightly around her, she moved
briskly to open the door for them.
"Not so fast, teacher," the lanky man in the faded blue jeans slurred drunkenly and
before Eileen knew what had happened to her, she was sprawled across the couch, her
wrists stinging from his fierce grip as he spun her away from the front door. "Before we
go, we'd like to find out whether you got a nice enough ass for our little friend,
Warren."
"Yeah, lady, I didn't see enough of it when I come by this afternoon to pick up
Lucifer," Ruby said with a lewd smirk, adding sweetly, "I didn't want to bother you
then. You seemed to be having such a good time..."
Eileen felt almost nauseous with the sudden panic that was rising within her and she
tried one last desperate bluff. "You must be crazy to even imagine such a thing! Who
are you, anyway? How dare you barge into my house like this?"
"I'm Ruby Harper, lady, and I'm smart enough to get paid for what you do to little
boys," the blonde cruelly taunted her. "As a matter-of-fact, one of my best customers,
Mr. Johnson, gave me your address this afternoon, after Malcolm here saw you with my
dog. You know Mr. Johnson, don't you?"
Eileen's stem expression collapsed as she recognized the name of the head of the school
board. At the same moment, she shudderingly remembered Malcolm's face – he was
the drunken farmhand who had leered at her as she had walked past the town bar at
lunchtime. She was trapped... there was no way out! In desperation, she brushed the
back of one trembling hand across her worry furrowed brow and asked dully, "Well,
what do you want... money?"
"Well, that's an idea," Ruby quipped with a mocking little laugh, "but first, I was
thinkin' about some pussy lickin'. Malcolm'd like to watch that and then later, he'll
probably want a li'l somethin' for himself too."
Eileen swallowed tightly, the evil woman's suggestive tones adding gross revulsion to
her already sickened and distraught mind. She stared over Ruby's curly golden hair into
the rapacious eyes of the drunkenly leering man behind her, and the voluptuous
brunette knew suddenly that this pair would show her no mercy unless she went along
with their vile plans. Her own weakness had betrayed her and now she would have to
obediently pay whatever price they asked of her to protect her job and position in
Richland Crossing.
In the back of her mind, Eileen was grateful for the numbing effects of the brandy she
had gulped down soon after Warren had left. Her body still felt heavy and sleepy from
the nap she had taken and she forced herself to stand passive and still as Ruby stepped
closer and began to boldly and mockingly stroke the curves of the brunette's full
rounded breasts through the thin fabric of her flimsy robe. She felt almost mesmerized
as the young whore's pertly pretty face moved closer to her own and its slyly grinning
mouth closed down hotly on her suddenly pale lips.
"That's right, Ruby. Get the bitch heated up for me," Eileen heard the gawky farmhand
cheer in a liquor slurred voice. "Get that ass of hers goin' so I can give her a nice taste
of the biggest cock in Indiana. You can bet she ain't gonna play around with no more
little boys after that!"
The beautiful brunette knew she should be indignant and insulted at his words but at
that moment she' was aware of nothing but the strange sensations that were welling up
in her own body, like darts of self-betrayal pricking at the sensitive nerve-endings
beneath her satin-smooth flesh.. Dear God, could it be that she was actually, responding
to this prostitute's lesbian kisses? she asked herself fearfully as she felt an unexpected
sensation of pleasurable warmth beginning deep in the pit of her stomach.
Momentarily, the dark-haired victim remembered her single lesbian experience in
college, after she had learned about Steve's marriage to his home-town girlfriend. She
had actually accepted another girl's intimate caresses as a last desperate attempt to
forget her own hurt and humiliation and then, later, she had felt so soiled and degraded
that she had been unable to face herself in the mirror for days. Now, though, she had to
admit that she felt an insistent throbbing in her scantily covered loins as she guiltily
remembered how much she had enjoyed the feminine lovemaking years ago. She felt
her lips being pressed apart now by Ruby's hot demanding tongue and shivered
responsively as the warm point of flesh slipped into her mouth.
"I can tell you're gonna like this just as much as Malcolm likes to watch it," Ruby
whispered into her mouth. "You know, a lot of ladies like you pay me for this 'cause it
feels so good..."
She kissed Eileen again and without thinking of what she was doing, the brunette
beauty met Ruby's probing red tongue with her own. Eileen's breath quickened
involuntarily as the blonde girl caressed her nearly naked breasts and explored her
curvaceous body with curious, forbidden delight, her brazen hands softly stroking
Eileen's velvety rounded buttocks and then drawing her tightly against her own wellshaped form.
"Wait a minute... wait!" Eileen gasped suddenly, pressing her hands against the blonde
girl's slim shoulders to partially free herself from Ruby's lecherous grip. "You tell me
first... if I... if I give in to your perversions, do you swear to keep quiet about everything
that's happened? Not only for me but for Warren. His father..."
"Yeah, ol' Jed would kill him if he knew," Malcolm smirked devilishly. "He's moral, old
Falk is... ain't never touched another woman but Warren's ma and she was such a coldassed 
bitch that the ol' man probably don't even know what a good lay is!"
"And besides, who are you to be talkin' about perversion," Ruby chimed in with a
sneer, staring levelly into Eileen's haughty blue eyes. "Seems like I heard most things
are' legal when you're a grown-up, but fuckin' little kids that don't know any better,
well, that's somethin' else. I don't think you'd be so damned uppity if it was the sheriff
here now, instead of us friendly people just tryin' to do you a favor."
"What favor?" Eileen spat out bitterly as the other woman grinned triumphantly over
her shoulder at her leering boyfriend.
"Oh, let's just say, you'll be available when we want you," Ruby suggested snidely,
savoring her moment of revenge against all the "good" women who had ever put her
down. "And then well think about keepin' your perversion a secret... That kind of
favor."
Once again, Eileen brushed her hand over her brow as her brain reeled in confusion.
"Can't we just get it over with?" she pled, her spirit finally broken completely. "What
do you want me to do?" Ruby laughed, a low throaty chuckle filled with the tone and
promise of lewdness. "You jus' get yourself naked, Honey, and Malcolm and me'll take
over after that."
Eileen saw the homely pale-haired farmhand begin to work ambitiously at the brass
buckle of his belt and she turned quickly away in sheer revulsion. She couldn't let that
ugly, mean-looking man touch her, she raged inwardly. She just could not do it! But
there was nothing she could do to prevent it... She was helpless against their
blackmailing threats. Then she felt her mouth go suddenly dry with apprehension as
the pretty blonde girl stepped up directly in front of her and began to untie the belt of
her sheer blue robe.
"Here, Honey, I'll help you out of that," Ruby said huskily, her greenish eyes curiously
raking Eileen's scantily covered form. "Let Malcolm see what he's gettin'."
The beautiful schoolteacher stood stiffly, her chin high, a tiny tremble causing her
proud lower lip to quiver slightly as the young whore slowly opened the front of the
robe. She could feel Malcolm's bleary eyes burning hotly into her as Ruby slipped the
silky garment slowly down over her shoulders and let it fall into a soft heap on the
carpet at her feet. Once again, the dark-haired woman's high magnificently full breasts
began to rise and fall more rapidly as Ruby ran her long-nailed fingers lightly over the
soft satiny curves of her naked body, gently pinching at the rosy peaks of her jutting
breasts, her hands then lowering to knead the full moons of the beautiful teacher's
buttocks with a slow, hypnotic rhythm that jarred her from head to foot.
She watched as if spellbound as Ruby moved back a few steps and began to strip off her
own clothes, shamelessly as though there were nobody else in the room. Except for her
one impulsive experiment in lesbianism during her college days, Eileen had never even
tried to imagine what it would be like to see another woman without her clothes on but
now she found herself staring in rapt fascination at Ruby Harper's long slim curving
legs that became fully exposed as the blonde girl casually pulled her minidress up under
her armpits. She eased the dress up over her head and her firm naked breasts jutted out,
white and perfectly formed, their ruby-red hard nipples standing out hard in the air as
high and proud as a teenaged girl's. Eileen reluctantly shifted her wide-eyed gaze down
to the flatness of the girl's belly, watching openly as the green-eyed blonde reached
down to slowly and teasingly remove her black lace bikini panties, the brunette teacher
hypnotically admiring the curving outward swell of the prostitute's slender hips.
"Hey, wait a minute, Sugar," Malcolm suddenly interrupted, unpleasantly reminding
Eileen of his continued presence with them in her living room. "Why don't you let the
teacher take them panties off for you, so she can get a good look at the town whore's
pussy."
"Yeah," Ruby nodded slowly, smiling sadistically at the expression of horror that was
dawning on Eileen's aristocratic face. "Pull 'em down in front, right where you are!"
Realizing that she had no choice but to unwillingly obey their strange demands, Eileen
stepped forward, looking down to avoid the other woman's gloating eyes. She leaned
over a little and meekly slipped her long fingers under the elastic waistband on either
side of Ruby's hips and pulled the flimsy panties downwards. When the filmy
undergarment was lowered down to the blonde's knees, exposing the golden yellow
down covering the silky honey-colored mound of hair between her long sun-tanned
thighs, the brunette beauty was actually squatting down on her haunches with her face
only inches away from Ruby's slightly moist, musky vaginal slit. It was really the first
time she had ever caught the female scent of another woman there and she was amazed
to discover that it was rather pleasant and sent heady charges of sensation racing all
over her own body.
"There, I've done what you wanted," Eileen announced bitterly a moment later as with
an expression of disgust she placed the lacy panties on top of the heap of other clothes
Ruby and Malcolm had carelessly dropped on a chair Though she knew the lanky
farmhand must also be completely naked now, the embarrassed teacher looked away
from where he was standing, feeling herself inwardly revulsed by the thought of being
touched by the pale-haired hatchet-faced man.
"You ain't even started yet, teacher," Malcolm quickly informed her with a lewd
chuckle. He strode heavily up to where Eileen was standing, her hands modestly
clasped before her own soft curly brown pubic thatch. He grasped his massive cock,
waving it tauntingly before her downcast eyes. "How do you like this big old thing,
Miss McNally? You think you can handle that all right?"
Eileen's face blanched and her blue eyes widened in fear when she first looked up and
saw the huge penis that the farmhand held in his fist as one would a thick pump handle
to gain leverage when drawing water. She felt hypnotized by the sight of the
enormously fantastic cock and stood there with her mouth open wide as she tried to
gauge its actual size. It was a giant, at least two inches longer than the two boyish cocks
she had seen in her life, and unbelievably-thick, perhaps as big around as three of her
own fingers! She would never be able to take that inside her, she thought fearfully; it
would surely split her in two!
"No... I can't," she breathed in terror as she looked up to search frantically for mercy in
the leering faces of her two tormentors. "No woman could take that inside her... you
must be crazy!"
"Shit, I do it all the time," Ruby said callously. "Don't you worry, Honey. By die time
ol' Malcolm gets through with you, you won't be good for nothin' else."
"You won't hurt me?" Eileen asked uncertainly as the light-haired man reached out
nonchalantly with both hands and began to roughly squeeze each of her naked breasts
one at a time. She saw Malcolm's fearsome shaft of flesh jerk excitedly out from the
light brown pubic hair at his loins as he pinched her left nipple cruelly between his
thumb and forefinger, tugging and stretching on the tender pink flesh until the
frightened teacher let out a low moan as a result of the sudden sensations of pain and
pleasure she felt. Ruby stepped closer again and Malcolm's hands rim simultaneously
down each of their naked stomachs to pause and rub teasingly just above the upper
fringes of blonde and brown pubic hair. He traced his fingers in little circles down
further to the tops of the two women's vaginal slits below and finally parted the lips of
Ruby's and Eileen's cunts just enough to toy for a short moment with each of their
exposed clitorises, bringing little gasps and moans from each of them in unison.
"Now, he won't hurt you," Ruby said softly a moment later as she took Eileen's hand
and gently pulled her away from Malcolm's exploring fingers. "Besides, I'm goin' to
make you feel so good that you're goin' to be beggin' for it."
The gorgeous older woman gasped in surprise, as a forbidden erotic tremor swept over
her highly sensitive flesh and through her liquor-dazed mind, while the lecherous
prostitute's skilled hands began to caress her globular buttocks, spreading them apart
and lewdly exploring between them to finally stroke her tight little anus with an
experienced finger. Again, Eileen trembled with unexpected delight as Ruby dropped
slowly to her knees then and began to gently kiss the smooth warm inner flesh of her
thighs, working slowly upward to the pink, hair-framed lips of her moistening cunt.
Ruby's hazel eyes glittered lustfully as they fixed on the narrow pink slit where a tiny
dewdrop of moisture glistened from the beautiful Eileen's unwanted passionate
response. As Malcolm leaned forward to observe every little movement, the pretty,
young whore flicked out her warm tongue tip, licking the pungent nectar from Eileen's
now quivering cunt into her mouth. Then, without warning, she slid her tongue into
the depths of the moist valley between Eileen's clenching buttocks, lightly tracing the
thin coral line separating her vaginal lips upward to the swelling pink bud of her
clitoris, grinning knowingly as she heard the dark-haired woman gasp and tremble
involuntarily.
"N-no... this is sick, it's wrong," Eileen protested, but her own voice betrayed her,
sounding weak and faraway even to her own ears.
With her thumbs, the crouching blonde girl spread apart the moist, clinging flesh of
Eileen's pussy-lips, until her tiny throbbing clitoris was completely exposed to
everyone's view. She dipped her face forward and eagerly began to suck on the sensitive
area as the lovely teacher swayed and sighed in growing abandon. Ruby pressed her
backwards toward the couch while Malcolm looked on, gaping hungrily at the spectacle
and stroking his massive blood-filled sex member in anticipation of the greater delights
to come.
Eileen felt half-drunk with the evil excitement that was now mounting in her helpless
body and when her knees caught on the edge of the couch, she collapsed limply back
on the cushions. She was only barely aware of Ruby's strong young hands forcing her
long beautifully shaped legs upward, pushing them back until her knees were jammed
against her heaving passion-flushed breasts. She lifted her head to watch, her mind a
confused muddle of revulsion and lusting fascination, as Ruby deliberately buried her
young face into her upturned loins to lick and suck at her moist hot cunt with
lascivious fury and hunger.
As Malcolm gazed at the perverted scene through his pale and drunkenly moist eyes,
his thick massive cock began to jump impatiently in his slowly stroking fist. He had
promised Ruby to let her break down the other woman's defenses and dignity before he
would fuck her but now he felt as though he were losing his mind from the excitement
of the spectacle taking place right in front of his eyes. His gaze raked over the naked
bodies of the two women writhing against each other's bodies, their lust-swollen breasts
jutting and dancing from the force of Ruby's exertions on the schoolteacher's wet
glistening pussy, their bushes of curly pubic hair glistening like gold and brown
bonfires in the light of the floor lamp beside the couch. Ruby had told him many times
about how many women paid to have their pussies licked and sucked by another
woman but this was his first opportunity to actually see the enticing act. It was more
exciting than anything he had ever seen and he searched with frantic eyes for a moist
warm place in which to shove his aching, hard penis.
As Ruby's pleasure-giving tongue darted out, burrowing up her straining, throbbing
cunt like a racing lizard, Eileen gradually surrendered to the shocks of pleasure rippling
crazily through her body. Humiliating as it might be, she had no choice but to admit
that she was enjoying the young whore's lesbian lovemaking. A momentary flash of
regret passed fleetingly 'through her mind as she caught sight of the big German
Shepherd lying quietly in the opposite comer of the room, watching the strange scene
through his tranquil golden eyes. After this night, she would lose her talented new pet
and probably her young lover as well, for she realized that die was now a virtual slave
to these two heartless, licentious strangers who had discovered her terrible secret
seduction of young Warren.
But, suddenly, all rational thought was forgotten as her body responded more and more
passionately to Ruby's degrading oral manipulations of her sex-inflamed, quivering
cunt. Her velvety white flanks began to jerk forward involuntarily, burying the flicking
female tongue in her up to its roots.
Nothing else mattered to her now, nothing but the diabolical reality of the probing
tongue that had crept so sensually up into her hot steaming vaginal furrow. Her smooth
soft buttocks ground desperately into the fabric of the couch cushions, frantically trying
to quell the searing hot lashes of flame that suddenly licked maddeningly at her naked
quivering body. Arching her back wildly, she thrust her pelvis upward, frantically
grinding her hot wet cunt up tightly into the blonde girl's face. She writhed her
trembling ass in tight frenzied circles, struggling for the release that was now so close.
But then, suddenly, Ruby stopped her wonderful licking motions and raised her head
with difficulty from between the vice-like grip of Eileen's thighs.
"Oh, God, no, don't stop now," she cried out in frustration as she saw Malcolm's big
hand grasp Ruby's slender shoulder, pulling her up from where she knelt between
Eileen's wide-splayed thighs. "Please come back! I was almost ready to cum! Don't leave
me like this!"
"Don't worry, teacher," Malcolm grinned toothily at her as he reached down and lifted
her up harshly from the couch. Eileen's aroused body swayed dizzily as she gained her
footing on the carpet and she watched as he sat down in her place, saying, "I think it's
about time you did a little work too. Let's see you stretch those pretty lips of yours
around my big prick."
"Yeah, Miss McNally, you do that," Ruby said slowly, a sinister light growing in her
eyes. "You just get down there between old Malcolm's legs and stick your ass up in the
air. I promise I'll take care of that hot li'l pussy of yours from this end."
Not thinking of anything but the fiery passion that was blazing like a forest fire in her
loins, Eileen unthinkingly obeyed, scrambling down on her hands and knees with her
head positioned obscenely between Malcolm's hair parted thighs. Her horror of
lesbianism had faded with her mounting excitement until now she could think of
nothing but having Ruby's hot pointed red tongue darting hotly and sweetly into her
tormented pussy once again until it drove her over the brink of ecstasy to orgasm. She
sighed and quivered in rapture as she felt the other girl crouch over her silky skinned
upthrust buttocks and slowly trail her pink wet tongue down into the cleft of her asscheeks, 
its hot tip stabbing deeply at the sensitive puckered hole of her anus.
Malcolm, who could no longer stand the lust-inciting scene of the gorgeous brunette
being tongue-fucked out of her mind by the blonde whore, quickly lowered his lean
hips just over the edge of the couch.
"Lift up your head," he gasped hoarsely, twining his fingers in Eileen's long dark hair
and brutally yanking her head upward. "I want you to suck my cock!"
Moaning with the sudden pulling pain of his hands in her hair, Eileen stared in distaste
at the impossibly huge rod of flesh that rose from its patch of crisp brown hair like a
tree trunk before her face. Now that it was so close, she could see that it was even
bigger than she had imagined, the whole throbbing length of it mapped with pulsing
blue veins. She mumbled in revulsion and tried to shake her head away but he firmly
grasped both sides of her face between his palms, poising the head of his thick cock
between her red, slightly parted lips. She could only clench her teeth tightly shut and
try to keep it away but he was not to be denied. The naked man bent her head easily
forward and forced the purplish blood-engorged head against her tightly-clamped lips,
increasing the pressure until she felt as though her flesh were being pushed back
through the sharpness of her teeth.
Her mind and body rebelled against this final humiliation, something she had never
done even with Steve. Then suddenly a means of escape sprang to her mind, the
obviousness of it making her almost cry with relief. She could scream. There were
houses nearby, people who would come to her aid, even if it did mean the risk of
discovery of her seduction of little Warren.
Anything would be better than being forced to take the huge penis of a strange, sadistic
man into her mouth!
Mustering all her strength, she jerked her head back from the pale-haired farmhand's
hairy loins and opened her mouth to shout out as loudly as she could.
"He-mmmmmuuummph!"
Behind her, Ruby had sensed the start of trouble and bit down cruelly on the erected
bud of the teacher's clitoris, causing Eileen to wrench forward to escape the agonizing
pain. Her beautiful face ran head on into the waiting thick rod of flesh that crushed
without mercy through her soft moist lips into the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She
could feel the shiny blunt head slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her
mouth completely with its huge fleshy thickness.
Ruby rose to her feet, abandoning Eileen's still-blazing pussy with a sadistic chuckle as
Malcolm began to fuck viciously into the teacher's face, using her wide-stretched mouth
like a second delicious cunt. The brunette gagged as it rammed brutally half-way down
into her throat, the full length of it disappearing into her ovaled mouth almost all the
way to the hilt. The tall man fucked his long thick cock in and out of her thin-stretched
lips, always leaving the hot swollen tip half an inch inside her mouth as he guided her
head with his hand ensnarled in her hair. Eileen struggled mentally to block out this
vile rape of her mouth but it was truly impossible as he speeded up his ruthless thrusts,
ramming mercilessly into her contorted face. His heavy balls slapped harshly against
her chin, the downy fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather, and she fought
for breath, catching small gasps of air on each outstroke.
Malcolm gleefully watched the puffing out of her cheeks beneath him as her head
bobbed on the end of his skewering penis in agonized subservience. His grin widened
with each punishing thrust into her trapped face and she groaned in degraded
submission down between his legs. She needed a little something to perk her up, he
thought gloatingly, something to make her a little more interested in what she was
doing...
"Hey, Sugar, let's get your dog Lucifer over here," he drawled to Ruby who was
standing nearby, gleefully observing the sexual downfall of the "well-bred" lady from
Chicago. "The teacher don't act like she's gettin' enough hard cock!"
Eileen tensed at the sound of the huge animal's name but determinedly continued her
forced despicable act, wanting only to get it over with as soon as possible.
"Up, Lucifer! Up boy! It's your turn now!" Ruby commanded the German Shepherd
with a lewd titter and Eileen saw from the comer of her eye the great beast padding
silently up behind her.
The voluptuous brunette already had enough experience with the big German
Shepherd's lapping tongue to feel no fear when something cold and wet touched her
tingling, sensitive genitals. She waggled. her rounded buttocks invitingly bade toward
Lucifer's black furry head to meet the long pink tongue that suddenly snaked out and
licked wetly up and down in the valley between her ivory white upthrust ass-cheeks.
Again, the long length of wet flesh touched her and she felt him beginning to lap
greedily at the opened, tight fissure between her wide-spread thighs. He ran his tongue
wetly through her sex-drenched crotch, from the tightly puckered little anus up over the
fluted edges of her vaginal opening, sometimes reaching below to the tiny jerking bud
of her clitoris. His thick tongue cut moistly through the soft, sparsely fleeced pussy lips
like a keen blade through the soft, unresisting flesh. It laved relentlessly between her
quivering thighs, pausing occasionally to dart far out and plunge deeply into her.
After all she had been through that day, Eileen could not believe the effect the
monstrous dog's tongue was having on her captive body! Somehow the very idea of
being forced to take a stranger's mammoth cock between her unwilling lips while a dog,
a dumb brute animal, licked her loins deliciously from behind began to arouse her once
again, sending electrical charges of masochistic pleasure jolting through her frayed
nerve-endings. Was she losing her mind? she wondered, her nerves shattered. She had
to remember why she was doing this – for her job – for Warren – to protect him from
the wrath of his heartless father! She had to remember!
But then suddenly all coherent thought faded in the blinding flash of excitement as
Lucifer's ceaselessly exploring tongue shot out and up into the moist channel of her
naked vagina, deeper than any human tongue could possibly go. As her whole body
tensed and quivered wildly from the glorious sensation, she began to suck willingly on
the huge fleshy penis in her mouth, reaching up with one hand to cradle the spermheavy 
testicles that slapped against her saliva-covered chin.
Malcolm and Ruby exchanged complacent grins. They had trained her dog Lucifer well
and knew that the statuesque brunette had another surprise coming before much more
time passed. The light-haired lanky man leaned back solidly against the couch as Eileen
began to suck to please him, running her pink tongue around and around the swollen
head of his erect code, flicking her tongue-tip inquisitively into the tiny open slit of the
moist cock-head to taste the salty lubricating fluids that were oozing out there. As
Lucifer's thick wet tongue lashed teasingly up through the open furrow of her tight wet
cunt all the way to her clenching rectum, Eileen could not resist the sudden fantastic
thrill of Malcolm's – or any other man's – cock in her mouth right at that moment.
She licked and sucked madly like a demon at the thick hardened shaft imbedded in her
mouth, her lips slimy from the mixture of his semen and her own saliva. The thin
tensile rim of her mouth clung to it as though held there by some unseen force as he
fucked mercilessly into her face. The mere thought of the huge cock in her mouth
suddenly ejaculating, spurting its white, thick sperm into her throat had already begun
to make her wild with anticipation. Then suddenly from behind her came a sharp
command.
"Fuck! Fuck her, Lucifer!" Ruby commanded, triumphantly savoring the completion of
her vengeance.
The great animal moved forward on command.
Immediately, the black German Shepherd raised up on his hind-legs, mounting Eileen
obediently with his forepaws wrapped around Eileen's full, undulating hips. His
powerful hindquarters moved in close between her soft spread thighs, at the same time
shoving forward with his long tapering cock.
Eileen jerked forward as the sudden terrifying realization of what was about to happen
dawned upon her lust-dimmed mind but Malcolm thrust up again ruthlessly, impaling
her mouth deeper on his tremendously hard cock until she felt as though she would
choke to death. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to retain her breath.
It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in a gulp of air from the sensation of the
dog's glistening scarlet penis jabbing out from its furry sheath and slipping wetly into
the hot damp slit of her inflamed pussy lips. Eileen groaned as she shamefully realized
that she wanted still more of the debasing excitement. Her natural resistance had
vanished under the maddening torture of the German Shepherd's slavering tongue and,
fighting down her revulsion, she reached down between her wide-spread ivory-skinned
thighs to grasp the slippery length of the rigid animal cock.
The big' black dog half-growled, half-whimpered as her fingers gripped his throbbing
length of flesh, trying desperately to place the pointed red tip at the mouth of her
passion-saturated vaginal opening. In her bewildered impassioned daze, she hardly
realized what she was doing until the great beast shot up into her steaming passage, his
muscular rump driving forward in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist,
burning pussy open wider and wider with every jolting plunge he made into her.
"Unh... unh... mmmmm!" Eileen moaned in ecstatic relief around the big fleshy cock
pummeling ceaselessly into her mouth as she felt her naked cunt being unbelievably
filled by the long, hard dog prick spearing into the depths of her belly. She began to
move rhythmically backward to meet the furious lunges of the panting beast. She could
feel the animal's silky hair brushing tantalizingly against her writhing, milky white
buttocks as he pistoned his enormous tapered shaft into her tightly contracting cunt.
She was impaled to the fullest on the German Shepherd's wonderful animal cock and
her mouth was filled completely by an immense human cock.
Malcolm looked down, savoring the sight of his towering, thick-veined length buried in
the beautiful brunette's lust-contorted face. He felt the formerly straight-laced woman
greedily massaging the skin of his balls with her one hand as she sucked rhythmically
up and down the rock-hard flesh of his cock all the way from the fat rubbery head to
the velvety flesh at its thick base. Her whole supple satiny body quivered from the
powerful jolts of Lucifer's plunging code smashing into her tight clinging cunt from
behind. At the same time, the warm softness of her tongue twirled maddeningly over
Malcolm's throbbing cock-head at the apex of each withdrawal. He flexed his buttocks
fiendishly up and down, following his every movement while she simultaneously
worked her naked globular buttocks in little gyrating circles to match the violent
machine-like hammering of the dog's still-swelling cock up into her seething vagina.
On the other side of Eileen's living room, Ruby watched excitedly from an armchair,
her green eyes smoky from the effect the licentious sight was having on her. Her long
golden legs were spread loosely apart and drawn up in a crab-like position as she thrust
three fingers of one hand far up into her cunt. Her other hand steadily massaged her
own small firm breasts in wild circular motions as she worked her fingers in and out of
her excited pussy in time to the cruel buffeting of Eileen's body skewered between
Malcolm and the huge German Shepherd's pile-driving penis.
Eileen was a writhing mass of sweating, lust-deranged female flesh that begged to be
subjugated, reveling in the debasement of being fucked from behind by a panting,
drooling brute dog while she sucked on a stranger's long massive cock! She ground her
buttocks hard back against Lucifer's hairy battering body and felt the tiny rivulets of
moisture building up in the crevice between her ass-cheeks, trailing down the backs of
her straining white thighs while the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signalled
that her rising climax was close to exploding throughout her sharpened nerves.
Oh God, she moaned inwardly, relishing every vicious slam of the two rigid cocks
slamming into her brutalized cunt and mouth. Her mind strayed for a brief second to
thoughts of Warren... how he might think of her now... his beautiful teacher being
screwed senseless by the dog he had given her that very morning, the scarlet-colored
dog cock filling her belly and pushing her inner organs higher and higher until she was
afraid they would meet the monstrous human penis that was screwing mercilessly into
her throat. They were ripping the soul from her very being and pushing it out of her
with every punishing stroke. She closed her eyes in utter abandon as they pressured her
back and forth between them, using her helpless body as an exciting receptacle into
which they would pump their lewd sticky sperm. Her mind began to whirl crazily in a
maze of delicious blinding colors, flashing and blending with the galvanic shocks that
were jolting like lightening through her lush white body to the center of her being.
Ruby watched with lust-filled eyes, her fingers digging hotly into her hair-framed pussy
while Eileen's wet mouth clasped greedily around Malcolm's thick white rigidity sawing
upward into her wide-stretched mouth. Excitedly, the blonde prostitute hammered into
her own moist wet depths and watched the way the proud brunette was now sucking
and licking at the farmhand's massive penis as though it were some phenomenon she
had never before encountered, white fluid seeping from the comers of her mouth in
tiny dribbles as she revelled in her depravity, a masochistic light gleaming brighter than
ever in her desire-glazed blue eyes. Lucifer's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he
pounded into her waving buttocks and saliva dripped from the animal's tongue onto the
light film of sweat coating the teacher's arching back. As she heard Eileen begin to
grunt and groan, Ruby began to drive her fingers deeper into her own blazing vagina, a
wild tingling growing stronger in the depths of her loins.
Malcolm heard strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the
constricted passage of his throat. Shit, he was going to cum! This was what he had
waited to see... the prim city-bred woman's lips working over his lurching cock as his
body strained to bury the pulsing rod of flesh deep into her hot narrow throat!
"Suck it, you cunt! I'm cumming!" he rasped down at her as his hips jerked up tightly
into her face. His hands tangled cruelly in her long dark hair, pressing her head down
harder onto his thick, long cock.
Eileen fought frantically for breath as the creamy hot liquid suddenly erupted into the
warm wet exterior of her sucking mouth, flooding her bruised throat like a rush of
raging water. Her cheeks expanded like a balloon as she gulped desperately to keep
from choking on the great gushes of sperm that spurted from the ejaculating cock. As
she sucked and swallowed in lust-crazed hunger, she fastened her lips like an elastic
ring around the jerking member, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid, but
thin white droplets dribbled from the comers of her lips as his slowly deflating penis
oozed from between her still-sucking lips. Thin viscous strings of cum hanging from
her moist chin connected her with the long limp organ as Malcolm's sinewy hips
collapsed back flat on the couch cushions.
As the farmhand released his brutal grip on her face, Eileen's trembling shoulders
dropped to the floor so that her firm sleek buttocks were sticking up even higher into
the air. The great bucking animal behind her could now fuck her at will. She felt
completely helpless, adrift in this new forbidden lust, and there was nothing real to her
but the great slippery length of dog-cock that was filling her as she had never been filled
before. She ground her blazing loins back mindlessly against Lucifer's forward-jerking
flanks as she felt his scarlet pointed cock throb into a hugeness that could mean only
one thing.
He was going to cum.
She suddenly felt her pale thighs and buttocks being swept wider apart in one last
crushing lunge as the dog's powerful haunches smashed against her upthrust asscheeks, 
shoving his cock's full expanded length up into her wide-stretched cunt. In her
mind, she visualized it sliding deeper, deeper into the pink gaping mouth of her
clasping pussy from behind, a relentless steaming shaft of glistening red flesh tunneling
ceaselessly into her. She felt the great black beast's furry forepaws tightening around
her heaving ribs and his body jerking convulsively over her arching back. Then Eileen
screamed, gasping confused incoherent sounds that blended with the dog's panting
whines as she felt the' first hot waves of the hot white dog cum spewing into the depths
of her vagina.
"Oh... oh... oh God! Yes, fuck me!" she panted in a delirium of excitement. "Fill me, fill
me, fill my belly with your hot cum!"
Ruby Harper gaped lustfully from across the room as Eileen's white rounded buttocks
began to contract uncontrollably around Lucifer's pistoning cum-spewing cock. The
desirable young whore ground her fingers deeper and deeper into her own inflamed
pussy, feeling a warm flooding sensation begin to spread through the swollen lips of her
lust-drenched vagina. Her wide-stretched cunt between her open legs was wet and
glistening in the light from the lamp beside the couch and she worked frenziedly with
her fingers as she felt her own climax coming on like a bomb about to explode in her
naked loins.
Malcolm Weaver jumped up abruptly from the couch to get a closer look at the thick
animal sperm that was oozing from the wide-spread lips of the schoolteacher's naked
grasping cunt, running in rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. He
saw her mouth pop open in a muffled scream as she began to toss her head wildly from
side to side, her long sable hair flailing and whipping around her shoulders as Lucifer
fucked hard into her waving ass from behind. Every muscle in her body contracted as
she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of quivering. Her
tiny hairless asshole clenched and relaxed in sympathetic spasms with the dog's
lunging, spurting cock.
Her smooth ivory backside gleamed in the lamplight as the great beast's cock deflated
and gradually lost its strength, finally slipping out of her with a wet slurping sound
while from the armchair, Ruby's climax was signalled by a long, whimpering moan.
The pale-haired Malcolm watched leeringly as the lush-bodied brunette pitched forward
on her face, exhausted, and then with a drunken chuckle, he suddenly ambled off
toward the kitchen.
Eileen lay motionless on the floor, too weary and humiliated to even lift her head.
Then, through the whistling sound of her own tortured breathing, she thought she
heard someone clapping. With great effort she tried to quiet her labored panting and
listened more carefully.
"Bravo, teacher, bravo!" Ruby's sarcastic voice rose above the sound of her clapping
hands. "That was better than a stag movie. Hey Malcolm, what are you doing in there?
Didn't the nice teacher give the best damn performance you've ever seen, Honey?"
"Sure did, Sugar," the rangy farmhand said cheerfully as he strolled, still naked, out the
kitchen with Eileen's bottle of good brandy clutched firmly in his right hand. He tilted
the bottle upward to his lips and took a gulping swallow before adding, "Next time we'll
have to borrow Hazel's camera."
Next time! Eileen's lust-ravaged brain could barely believe she heard him right.
Uncertainly, she opened her eyes and stared across the room at the two naked strangers
who had walked into her house for the first time only an hour before.
Mustering the last remnants of her presence of mind, she managed to gasp, "What do
you mean?"
Ruby chuckled sarcastically and grabbed the bottle from Malcolm, throwing her head
back to pour a large dose of the expensive brandy into her open mouth. She winced a
little as the fiery liquor burned its way down her throat, then smiled again at Eileen.
"Well now, Miss McNally," she drawled insultingly, "you did such a good job tonight
that we've decided to help you out... just as long as you do anythin' we tell you."
"Oh God, not more!" the schoolteacher whimpered disbelievingly as she bolted upright
into a sitting position on the floor. "I... I did what you asked."
Eileen watched the young blonde take another swig from the bottle and saw all softness
and sympathy fade from her face as her eyes began to glower with drunken hatred.
"You're just gonna help us out once in a while," Malcolm slurred down at her. "Ruby's
mighty busy and sometimes I wanta find a nice hot hole for mah cock! You certainly
gave me a fine blow-job..."
"Yeah, I bet ol' Lucifer'd like to get sucked off like that too," Ruby sneered cruelly.
'Think you could handle that, teacher?"
Eileen shook her head, unable to believe the filth that was assaulting her ears.
Malcolm's limp white penis was dangling like a long hose only a few inches above her
face and she felt nausea rising in her stomach at the very idea that she had actually
allowed this heartless man to fuck into her mouth. Now they were saying that she
should perform the same vile act with the dog! It was impossible... the idea made her
head swim with revulsion. What other unspeakably obscene acts would they force her
to submit to before they were finished with her! she wondered. Would they ever be
finished with her?
"No!"
As the single desperate word resounded through the living room, Eileen realized with a
shock that it had come from her own lips. Somehow, she found the strength to leap to
her feet and bolt into her bedroom, locking the door tightly behind her. She crawled
weakly onto her bed and lay staring into the darkness as, through the door, she heard
Ruby and Malcolm drunkenly carousing in her living room, laughing uproariously as
they shared the last of her brandy. For the first time in many years, Eileen did not lie
awake, reviewing the events of the day, but fell mercifully into a dreamless slumber. She
was sleeping peacefully by the time the drunken couple had dressed and lurched out of
her house to stagger up the center of the moonlit dirt road toward the one and only bar
that was still open in town.


Chapter 7

Eileen McNally rolled over in her bed and sleepily opened one eye, squinting against
the blazing sunlight that was shining in directly onto her pillow through the bedroom
window. Grumbling drowsily at the irritating brilliance of the light, she pulled the sheet
up over her head and snuggled down toward the foot of the bed. She lay there for a
moment, gradually dozing off again, when suddenly a thought crossed her mind that
made her sit up on the mattress and peer disbelievingly out the window.
Her bedroom faced west – it was never sunny in the morning! Could it be sundown
and she was still asleep?
Still groggy, the lovely brunette reached behind her to get her watch from the
nightstand where she always left it when she went to bed. It was not until she realized
that her gold watch was still clasped around her slender wrist that she began to recall
the events of the day before, remembering that she had risen already once today.
Now, as she stood up beside the bed, wincing .. slightly at the painful tenderness of her
thigh and buttock muscles, Eileen wondered how she had ever managed to get up that
morning to visit the school superintendent's home before classes were due to begin.
When she had awakened at seven-thirty that morning, it had been all she could do to
dress and walk through her ruined living room without completely breaking down in.
tears of shame and guilt. It seemed almost impossible that she had actually walked
across town today and faced the man who had first given' her address to Ruby Harper,
that she had calmly told him that she felt too side to teach classes that day. Mr. Johnson
had been kind and understanding, little suspecting the horrors she had endured the
night before, and she had left his house feeling a little better to know that there were
still some decent human beings left in the world.
Obviously, she wasn't one of them, Eileen now mused bitterly as she brushed out her
long, gleaming hair, tying it loosely with a ribbon behind her back. Somehow, even
after all that had happened yesterday, she might have been able to face herself and the
terrifying sexuality that she now knew to be within her. But this morning she had done
something that she knew would haunt her conscience for a long time... she had hurt
her darling young Warren, hurt him in a way that only a young man can be hurt. And
there was nothing she could do about it now.
Eileen turned away from the looking-glass where she could see hot tears trickling slowly
down her cheeks in her reflection, and opened her bedroom door to peer out into the
living room. There, among the overturned chairs and her own scattered garments from
the night before, the huge dog Lucifer still lay sleeping on the carpet where she had left
him when she had stumbled bade into bed that morning. He was a good dog, she
admitted ruefully to herself as she silently closed the door again and slipped a robe on
over her nakedness. In a way, she was glad that Ruby and Malcolm had forgotten to
take the sexually-trained animal with them last night. At least, he was some kind of
company for her now, when she could not bear to face another person.
The poor handsome beast had been whining pitifully at the front door when she had
awakened that morning and Eileen had remembered with a pang of guilt that he had
not been outside since lunchtime yesterday. She had taken Lucifer with her to Mr.
Johnson's house, leading him with the piece of old clothesline Warren had given her
yesterday along with the dog. From the school board director's home, she had walked
to the school building to leave her textbooks for whichever of the mothers would be
substituting for her that day. Lucifer had been beautifully behaved on the streets, so
much so that she felt a shock of true regret that Ruby would undoubtedly return today
to claim the animal. Nevertheless, that emotion was overridden by the horror she had
felt, remembering how this huge black beast that had been walking beside her through
the still-sleeping town had actually pistoned his rampant, canine cock into her
impassioned body the night before. It was a memory she could not bear to hold in her
mind and her guilt had quickly been compounded as soon as she had arrived at school.
Young Warren had been waiting for her there... his innocent brown eyes shining with
joy at seeing her again.
"I... I thought you might come early too," he had said breathlessly as she arrived at the
doorstep where he had been sitting. "I was thinking about yesterday... all night long. I
just couldn't wait to see you again!"
Eileen had barely been able to conceal her discomfort at meeting him so unexpectedly.
After all that had happened to . her the day before, somehow her seduction of Warren
had seemed to be the one thing she might be able to live with and even forget in time.
But there he had been, his face aglow with adolescent love that demanded some sort of
statement from her.
"Warren, I'm sorry but we can't see each other anymore," she had announced flatly, too
unnerved by his unexpected appearance to think of anything more tactful to say.
"Please, forget what happened between us. It was a mistake." The sandy-haired
youngster had winced as if struck hard in the face, the excited smile dropping
immediately from his lips. He had stared dumbly at her for a moment, then grinned
hesitantly as if hoping to share the joke he obviously hoped she was making. Eileen had
remained stonily impassive as she unlocked the school door and quickly deposited her
books on the big desk in front of the classroom.
"I-I don't understand," he finally managed to say, staring miserably up at her as she
relocked the school budding. He reached up to touch her arm, then recoiled as she
jerked away from his hand. "Don't y-you like me anymore?"
"Not that way – so you can forget it!" she had snapped, secretly terrified that she might
relent to her desire for him once again. Then hating herself for the way she was hurting
him, but too frightened of her own weakness to be any kinder, she closed the
conversation brutally. "You're a boy, Warren. I'm a grown woman and I need a man.
That's the way it is... I'm sorry." After that, there had been nothing more to say. With a
muffled cry the fair-haired youth had bolted from the doorstep. Instantly remorseful,
Eileen had whirled to catch him, but it was too late. Half-blinded by her own scalding
tears, she had watched his lithe young figure sprinting across the field toward his
father's farmhouse and she could only imagine the sobs of humiliation and
disappointment that were shaking his slender frame. Hiding her own red-rimmed eyes
from the gazes of. the shopkeepers who had begun to open their stores, she had taken
Lucifer home and crawled back into bed to hide from the world that was suddenly too
confusing to understand or face.
Now, several hours later, as she straightened her bed in the deepening twilight, Eileen
felt only slightly more able to cope with her situation. She knew that there was really
only one thing she could do now – she would have to go back to Chicago and pray that
the news of her unpardonable behavior would not follow her to ruin her career forever.
Sighing wearily, the voluptuous brunette tightened the belt of her robe around her tiny
waist and opened the door to the living room once again. She imagined that she could
clean up the mess that Malcolm and Ruby left last night fairly quickly and then she
could get down to the serious business of planning for her future. It would break her
heart to leave Richland Crossing, the funny little school and her wonderful students,
but she would have to do it immediately, before people began to find out what she had
done. Otherwise, she might end up jobless and homeless, and perhaps under arrest for
corrupting the morals of a minor.
Just the thought of little Warren and the way he had looked at her before he had run
away that morning made Eileen feel like crying again, but she determinedly blinked
back the burning tears and bent to the task of cleaning the living room. The mess was
worse than she had realized when she had walked through it earlier that day. Along
with the upturned chairs and scattered articles of clothing, the floor was puddled with
spilled brandy and littered with a pile of student test papers that had been swept off her
desk in the corner of the room. Her mouth curled in disgust at the drunken couple's
slovenly disregard for anything but their own perverted desires as she brought in a
cloth from the kitchen and got down on her hands and knees to clean the floor from
one side of the room to the other. Lucifer, who had been happily following her as she
moved around the room, sat down beside her as she began to wipe up the sticky clots
of dried liquor from the varnished wood floor.
She was surprised to find her depression lifting and even began to hum a little as she
started to stack up the test papers that had fallen from her desk. It was such a relief to
do something constructive, something completely uncomplicated, that the dark gloomy
expression slowly faded from her lovely face and, when Lucifer edged closer, whining
softly for affection, she smiled readily and hugged him tightly against her before leaning
down again to complete her task.
It was encouraging to see how quickly her spirits began to rise when she could forget
about the disastrous chain of events that had shadowed her life in the last two days and
for the first time that day, Eileen began to hope that she might someday lead a normal
life again.
Then, just as she rose, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her forehead, Eileen
heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs outside her front door.
"This better be the house, son," she heard a deep masculine voice rumble threateningly,
"or I promise I'll whale the daylights out of you when we get home!"
The first thought in the gorgeous teacher's mind was that Malcolm and Ruby had
returned, bringing more of their raucous friends to share in another inhuman pillaging
of her body. Clutching her thin robe tightly around her throat, Eileen ran to the door
to bolt it before they could barge in, but she could not move quickly enough. The front
door flew open and a tall, brawny gray-haired man clad in faded blue denims strode
wrathfully into the room, one of his big hands firmly grasping the slender arm of
Warren who followed unwillingly behind.
"This the place?" he demanded liquidly of the blushing youngster. "You better not be
leading me on any wild goose chase, boy! We got crops to haul in and I don't have any
time to waste with fool women!"
Eileen stepped back from the doorway, her strikingly beautiful face frozen in horror as
she slowly realized who was standing before her. It had to be Jed Falk, Warren's father,
the very man she had been disliking so heartily ever since she had begun to notice how
he must treat his sensitive young son. She glanced at Warren and saw the blond
youngster's lower lip tremble pitifully as he tried to speak to the glowering man beside
him.
"You didn't have to bring me here, Pa," he finally protested in a weak frightened voice.
"I just wanted to have a man-to-man talk with you – to find out why she doesn't like
me any more. Now she'll never speak to me again."
"It doesn't matter, boy," the towering older man announced unfeelingly as he glared at
Eileen who still stood cowering a few feet away. "Women – they're all sluts or else
sickly like your mother. They run around on you or spend your money on doctor bills.
It's trouble either way!"
"Pa, you don't understand," Warren timorously began again. "She..."
"She ain't worth bothering with," the older man broke in impatiently. "I brought you
over here to show you that. Look at her," he commanded, casting a disparaging hand in
Eileen's direction. "Can she plow or harvest?
Can women do anything but spend your money on their clothes and spread silly
gossip? Well, son?"
The beautiful teacher had at first been intimidated by the big rough-looking man's
booming tones but now as he went on and on, denigrating her simply because she was
a woman, never even mentioning the pertinent fact that she had wantonly stolen his
son's innocence, she began to feel herself becoming annoyed. No matter what she had
done, this man had no right to barge into her house and then not even have the
courtesy to speak to her. Eileen lifted her chin and was about to demand an
introduction when suddenly Warren spoke up with unexpected courage.
"I told you, Pa. When we were in bed together, it was better than anything in my whole
life. Don't you remember how it was with Ma? Didn't she just go crazy, like she was
going to die from happiness?"
Eileen blanched at what Warren was saying. He had told his father everything about
yesterday! And yet despite the bluntness of the blond youngster's words, she felt
warmed by the heart-felt sentiment he expressed. Although he was a mere boy in years,
Warren was obviously man enough to stand up for what he knew to be true, no matter
how his father might try to influence him. She flashed a brilliant smile of gratitude
toward the teenager, then shared his gaze up at his father's face.
To her amazement, Eileen saw with relief that the older man was quiet and his brown
eyes, so much like Warren's, seemed unusually thoughtful and sad.
"Son, you shouldn't talk about your dead mother like that, not in front of a woman like
her," he said slowly, a deep frown appearing on his weather-lined forehead as he
searched through his mind for the right words for what he wanted to say. "But, I'll tell
you honestly, son, your mother didn't much like that sort of thing. In fact, after we'd
been married a while, I began to think I was a little crazy to want to do it to her. And
then, when she got sick... Well, Warren, I haven't been with a woman in over ten years,
and I don't really know now if I'm missin' anything."
"Wow, Pa, you really are!" the light-haired youngster exclaimed, encouraged by the
sudden softening of his father's tone. "Miss McNally really liked it! Just ask her!"
Eileen started with shock and surprise, then blushed hotly as she realized that both
Warren's and his father's intense eyes were suddenly trained on her, the boy's gaze
expectant and certain, the older man's hard with suspicion built up over years of
loneliness. A moment earlier, she had been angrily insulted because she was being
completely ignored in the masculine conversation, but now she wished she could
somehow fade away. What could she say to Warren's father without making herself
sound like some kind of lust-crazed slut who thought of nothing but where the next
hard cock was coming from?
"Mr. Falk, what your son says is true," she finally admitted with quiet dignity. "But not
because I'm one of your so-called sluts. Before yesterday, I had not been with a man for
much longer than you've been without a woman. But something broke in me
yesterday... I couldn't go on any longer. Can you understand that?"
"Hmmph! It's a good thing I don't break down or who'd there be to run the spread?"
he said coldly. His icy brown eyes surveyed her shapely figure clad only in the thin silk
robe and Eileen instinctively reached down to pull the belt of the flimsy garment more
securely around her waist. In her confusion, she let go of the open neck and it fell
loosely open, revealing the curve of one full billowing breast beneath. She hurriedly
clutched at the wayward garment, but not before Jed Falk's eyes had become glued to
the stimulating sight of the soft, rising mound of velvety, soft flesh.
"Perhaps, it would be better for you and Warren if you did let down once in a while,"
Eileen said suddenly as she felt her temper begin to wear thin once again. "Perhaps you
wouldn't be so grouchy and your son wouldn't have to go somewhere else for
affection."
Warren's eyes widened in surprise at his teacher's outburst and though Eileen saw the
warning in the teenager's face, it was too late. His father's short-fused temper suddenly
blew!
"Is that so?" the big man growled ominously as he stepped menacingly toward' her. She
cringed automatically as he lifted his hand, but when it descended, it passed by her face
and harshly grabbed the front of the blue silk robe, tearing it wide open to expose her
naked flesh beneath. "Do you think that you can give my son more than I do?" he
demanded gruffly, staring furiously into her eyes. "Show me what you've got!"
"It's not just what you're seeing," the beautiful brunette shot bade, jerking free of his
fierce grip but now too anxious to bother to hide her plush white body from his
penetrating gaze. She strode over to where Warren was still standing just inside the
doorway and pressed her warm nakedness tightly against his slender young body. "I
give him kindness and tenderness. Do you even remember what those things are, Mr.
Falk?"
"No. Why don't you show me?" the grey-haired man rumbled deeply, his eyes suddenly
lighting with interest as he stared at the large rounded spheres of her breasts jutting out
proudly from her open robe. His gaze travelled quickly down over the flat satin-like
plane of her belly to the triangle of soft curling hair that nestled in the juncture
between her white ivory thighs. "It's been a long, long time and I'd like to remember,
but I doubt that you're the woman to bring it all back!"
"Well, I..." she murmured hesitantly, suddenly uncertain about how to handle the turn
the conversation had taken.
"She is, Pa! You wouldn't believe it," the youngster urged, his voice trembling with
excitement. "Look at how beautiful she is – and she's really great!"
"Warren, I think..." his father began, then stopped as his son enthusiastically pulled
Eileen's robe completely off her body. The older man's eyes locked on the gorgeous
lust-inciting form that seemed to him like a taunting reminder of all his years of
loneliness.
"We won't be able to work anymore this evening, anyway," the gruff man said, almost
to himself, as he looked up at his son. "All right, boy, this is probably the only thing
we've never done together, so we'll try it out. If it doesn't work, at least we'll be able to
talk about it as men later."
"AD right, Pa!" the boy almost shouted with glee. He dropped Eileen's robe to the floor
and began to tear at his own clothing.
"Mr. Falk, please... I didn't mean .. Eileen weakly protested, trying vainly to cover the
stimulating sight of her voluptuous body with both hands. She had never felt so naked
in her life and a burning wave of shame crept through her as she felt the older man's
eyes devouring her curvaceous body with increasing excitement. "This is insane. You
can't..."
"You mean you don't have enough 'kindness and tenderness' for us both?" Jed Falk
inquired snidely as he began to work at his own belt buckle. Then he added with a
distinctly threatening tone in his voice, "You'd better find it, lady, because as Warren's
pa, I could get you in a lot of trouble if I thought you had hurt my boy's morals in any
way .. " Eileen stood still for a long moment, clearing her mind of all thought, then she
nodded in bitter submission. She knew better than to let her mind dwell on what was
about to occur, or she would never be able to go through with it. It wasn't the boy she
minded so much – in fact, she was already keenly aware of a little thrill of excitement
in her loins at the thought of enjoying his eager young penis again. No, it was the
frustrating humiliation of being forced to submit to Warren's father, the man whom she
had so thoroughly resented for weeks without ever having met him.
She had fled the city in panic to escape men like Jed Falk – men who would
thoughtlessly use her body for their own satisfaction and then cruelly toss her aside just
like one more piece of female meat. It was all she could do not to just grab up her robe
from the floor and try to dash out of the house, no matter what the consequences. But
she knew she couldn't. Richland Crossing was filled with intensely moral hardworking
people who would never understand if Jed Falk ever told them all what she had done
lately. If she tried to leave now, she might well find herself in an even worse situation
before another day was over. Staring unseeingly in front of her, Eileen turned around
with resignation and locked the front door against any more unexpected visitors.
"Man, she sure is pretty," Warren breathed as she stood with her back to him, gazing
mournfully out of the white-curtained window beside the door. He reached out to run
his fingertips lightly over the bare flesh of her soft rounded buttocks. "How are we
gonna do it?"
"You'll see son," Jed advised his son in a strange, flat voice. "You get down on the rug
and make her sit on your cock. Then, we'll show her how nice it is to interfere in other
people's families."
Excitement was already beginning to course noticeably through Eileen's body from the
touch of Warren's fingers and from the sight of his long slender penis rising out from
his lean sinewy loins. She allowed the aroused boy to pull her down gently to the floor
beside him, crawling over his body then to position herself directly over his prostrate
form. Resigned to whatever might happen next, she straddled him on her hands and
knees and felt her pink-fleshed vagina begin to awaken automatically as his erected
young cock pressed tightly against the yielding flesh of her flat lower abdomen. A soft,
unwilling moan rose in her throat as the youth began to ardently squeeze the nipples of
her heavy rounded breasts, thrilling her until the humiliation she had felt only a
moment before began to fade from her consciousness. The only thing she remembered
now was how wonderful the boy's rampant virile cock had felt yesterday, pummeling
up inside her wide-stretched pussy, and now her cunt lips began to throb and swell in
rapidly increasing intensity. At last Warren reached down between their bodies to seize
his long blue-veined penis, bending the bone-hard fleshy shaft down and back toward
her palpitating open cunt. The aroused youth had already forgotten about his father
standing overhead and he continued to strain his hard rigid length against her hair
covered pelvic bone for a moment. Then suddenly he forced it all the way back and
Eileen felt the flared throbbing head wedge snugly between the open Ups of her now
flaming hot pussy.
"Go on, son, get it in there," the older man's deep determined voice sounded from
above them.
Obediently, Warren grasped his lovely teacher's tiny waist and pulled her firmly
downward, lowering her slowly onto his hard pulsing cock. Eileen gasped breathlessly
as she began to sink down on the long fleshy rod and Warren drove his hips far upward
to slide the blood-filled head into her like a never-ending greased piston slipping up
into her soft belly.
Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against the youth's slim hips, Eileen
dropped herself lower and lower on the long boyish penis, moaning louder with rapture
as it entered her. Then she lifted herself expertly up on her knees so that the heavy
cock, gleaming and moist with her secretions came partially into view. With a soul
rending gasp, she suddenly drove her hips back down hard again, ramming the whole
of his young cock far up inside her until it crashed bluntly against her tender cervix.
The beautiful dark-haired woman shivered with delight and began to jerk rhythmically
up and down, sliding back and forth over the teenager's straining penis with increasing
speed until she felt as though she were almost ready to have an orgasm from just her
own manipulations.
"I think you've found yourself one of those sluts I was talking about, son," Jed Falk
commented dryly from behind her. "She likes cock a little too much for a normal
woman. But hold on tight and let's see if she likes as much as she's going to get now!"
Eileen was barely aware that the husky, gray-haired man had said anything until she
felt another person's fingers parting the smooth, rhythmically tensing cheeks of her
buttocks and probing between them at the sensitive wrinkled opening of her anus.
Startled, she twisted her head around to look behind her and saw that Warren's father
was kneeling down between his son's legs as he peered with obscene concentration into
the inviting cleft of her spread buttocks.
"Wait a minute! What are you doing?" Eileen cried out in alarm as she felt the man's
strong fingers opening her naked white buttocks, drawing the smooth pliant cheeks
further apart. She hadn't really understood what Warren's father had just said and now
she tried to wriggle away when she suddenly felt one of the man's fingers touch the tiny
brown ring of her anus. She tried desperately to tense her vulnerable buttocks together,
but the pressure of his thumbs was too great. They were stretching her cruelly apart
until die could feel cool air rushing in to lave the warm interior between the snowy
white mounds of her ass. "Stop that, Mr. Falk! That's sick!"
"Move her up and down on your prick,, son. Make her feel good," the older man
instructed Warren, ignoring her protestations. "When I get this tight little hole
stretched out a bit, we'll both fuck her at the same time. Now hold her tight!"
Eileen gave out a tiny gasp of disbelief, tears coming to her eyes at the terrible
realization of what they were planning to do to her. That heartless man was going to
make love to her in her tiny virginal back passage! She would never live through this –
she could never face anyone again after this ultimate degradation and subjugation! Last
night with the dog and those two sadists, Ruby and Malcolm, had been tame compared
to this. She had been right about Warren's father all along... He was a devil, a horrible
fiend!
Eileen tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Jed Falk but it was a useless attempt
as Warren grabbed her hips with both hands and began to lift her up and down,
skewering her ceaselessly on his hard impaling cock. His father continued to probe for
a minute on the outer edges of the small brown elastic circle and then suddenly he
shoved his hand forward, cruelly sinking his thick middle finger up into her tight
rectum with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Eileen jumped from the expected painful
entry, but kept stubbornly silent. She was determined not to give this ruthless man the
satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy.
The older man moved the buried finger around and around inside the tight tiny hole in
little rotating circles as the brunette's voluptuous body was propelled up and down over
Warren's bucking young loins.
Gradually, the pain lessened and Eileen became more aware of the wonderful sensation
of the boy's long eager cock pistoning in and out of her wet welcoming vagina. She
relaxed a little and began to move her wide-spread hips voluntarily to meet each
powerful thrust of the cock hammering up into her moist warm cunt, grazing the
sensitive cervix and filling her in this strange position as she had never been filled
before. For a breathless moment, the intrusion of the huge code in her asshole actually
felt good, intensifying all of her sensations in a way that made her head spin wildly
with delight, but then suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming
unexpectedly in alongside the first. This time, it did hurt and she jerked up away from
Warren in a futile effort to escape the painful penetration.
Her heart sank as she felt Jed Falk's work-strengthened hand pressing down on the
small of her back, pinioning her naked body against the boy below her. They really
meant to do this awful thing to her! What had seemed like little more than a cruel joke
designed to frighten and humiliate her was suddenly blossoming into a terrifying
reality. She tried again to wrench her exposed rounded buttocks away, but it was
hopeless. Even young Warren was now holding her securely in place with excitedly
shaking hands as his father wormed his fingers in and out of her, turning and twisting
them faster in the narrow hole of her rectum in preparation for the greater entry to
come. The pain began to lessen more and more until the beautiful teacher began to
almost enjoy the sensation from the unnatural reaming. Then, without warning, the
two fingers were suddenly jerked out with a pop from her slightly stretched asshole.
The fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them
as the older man edged closer, pushing her plush long legs wider apart with his knees.
Then he dropped his head to her splayed open buttocks to lick wetly at the naked
crevice between them, moistening the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending
strange delicious shivers coursing over her firm smooth bade. Warren had stopped his
lewd pumping movements and Eileen knew that he too was breathlessly waiting to see
what was about to happen.
Then she felt Jed Falk's hands jerk her hips up higher, momentarily freeing her loins
from the impalement of Warren's pulsing young code. He grasped hardily at her soft
curving hips, holding them steady before him as he impressed his long, thick cock in
the moist naked split of her drenched pussy, running it up and down the full length,
moistening it with her own secreted wetness. Then, gripping it tightly in one hand, Jed
guided the rock-hard cock forward until it touched the slightly stretched anus.
The helpless woman shuddered in fear at the first contact. God, it would never fit! It
felt incredibly huge against the tiny opening. She could never take that into her virginal
rectum without its ripping her belly apart! She tried desperately to wriggle away but
both father and son held her securely and she could feel the boy's smooth loins beneath
her spread thighs and his father's rigid cock searching and probing in the valley of her
upturned buttocks. She sensed a direct pressure against her sensitive rear opening, a
pressure that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into an unrelenting hardness.
"Oh God, nooooo! Pleeeease! Aaaaaagggghhh! " Her scream pierced the breathless
silence of the room as she suddenly felt the tight resisting nether ring of her anus giving
way before the unyielding pressure of Jed Falk's swollen, massive cock, its bloated head
popping inside her with an agonizing jerk. The pain of the depraved intrusion vibrated
joltingly through every fiber of her being and she babbled incoherent pleas for mercy
but the man's thick fleshy pole pressed on inward, pushing the soft velvety flesh inside
of her wide-stretched anal passage in great painful waves before it. She groaned with
agony as it sank in deeper, on and on into her body until she felt the soft curling pubic
hair of the tall farmer's powerful loins graze the soft flesh of her upturned ass. He was
buried inside her rectum, impaling her never-before-used asshole to the very hilt!
Tears of anguish began to well up in her blue eyes and overflow onto her cheeks as the
huge cock in her tortured rectum jerked teasingly within her. Then, Warren, who had
pulled his cock all the way out of her moist, hungry pussy while his father penetrated
her narrow back passage, wrapped his – young, strong hands around Eileen's waspish
waist once again and drove her down over his own hard, waiting cock. It slithered
tightly into the moist open cavern of her pussy and the beautiful brunette teacher
moaned despairingly as she realized that she was hopelessly impaled on the two erect
cocks. She could feel the long thickness of the one in her filled asshole rubbing tightly
against Warren's imbedded sex organ, the two hard lengths of male flesh separated only
slightly by the thin membrane between her loosened vagina and her ravaged back
passage.
But as she squirmed to escape the inhuman impalement, the teacher suddenly realized
that the agonizing pain was gradually changing, becoming weirdly pleasurable, and she
began to tentatively move backward to meet the jerking thrusts of Jed Falk's powerful
loins.
There was no further delay. The father, already excited by the lewd spectacle of this
strange, gorgeous woman accepting his son's long, hard cock up into her hot wet cunt,
began to fuck furiously into the rubbery depths of her forever-stretched rectum, while
Warren began thrusting up into her pussy with long hard strokes that made the floor
beneath them squeak protestingly. As if by a pre-arranged signal, both men pulled their
erect fiery cocks almost all the way out of her panting body, leaving only the bloated,
throbbing heads inside her soft wet pussy and her ravished sphincter. Then,
simultaneously, they drove deeply into her loins until Eileen felt like the two cocks were
about to tear up into her belly. They began to move in unison, buffeting her trapped
body back and forth between them like a sack of soft foam-rubber and she uttered a
single low whine of surprised pleasure as they smacked into her body with more and
more passionate frenzy.
It was like nothing she had ever dreamed of before – both of her private passages filled
to the very limit with rock-hard male flesh, father and son damming into her with
almost super-human strength. Again and again, the two men, young and old, pounded
savagely against her quivering flesh, pistoning into her hot open orifices. The pain was
completely gone and now she didn't want this wonderful punishment to stop, not ever!
It didn't matter anymore that one man hated her or that she had wantonly seduced the
other, It was impossible to remember anything but the beautiful kind of masochistic joy
along with the sheer physical bliss that she felt from the very helplessness of her
position. The lewd, obscene thought that she was being sodomized and fucked in her
cunt by two men at the same time filled her with a strange kind of rapture and she
wantonly slammed her hips backward to meet the upward thrusts of the two cocks
fucking into her, sinking as much of them into her wet hot asshole and cunt as she
could possibly hold. Her whole body was a quaking mass of lovely smooth flesh and
she undulated without shame between them in wild abandonment. A magnificent,
almost volcanic sensation was building, building, higher and higher inside her and she
felt that something great was about to happen, something bigger than she had ever
known before.
"Oh, oooooooh... aaaaagggggghh!" she suddenly groaned as the waves of wonderful
electric orgasm hit her loins hotly and flooded out through her whole writhing body,
making her forget everything in the world but what she was feeling, the glorious
sensations that were pounding through her skewered body like stormy surf.
"Wow, Pa, look at her go!" Warren grunted breathlessly as he stared up at Eileen's
uncontrollably trembling body. He let his long young cock rest in the moist warm
shelter of her hot pussy as he watched her jerk and buck from the cresting of her
climax. Even yesterday afternoon in her bedroom, she hadn't acted like this, the
youngster thought as his eyes widened in awed delight.
"Yeah, son, and it feels... like she's going to... do it again," his father gasped excitedly as
he felt the beautiful woman's asshole tighten around his great pistoning cock, despite
how brutally stretched the narrow channel was by now.
Lying on the floor, the youth could do nothing but nod helplessly as he felt her vaginal
muscles clamp tightly around his deeply-engulfed penis and he sensed another shudder
of mind-reeling orgasm tear through her doubly-skewered loins. Eileen was out of her
mind with desire now and throbbed out an orgasm that seemed to go on and on
forever.
From where he crouched behind her quivering body, Jed Falk could hardly believe what
was happening. He remembered the few times his dead wife had experienced orgasms,
but nothing like this! Christ, had his own innocent son luckily discovered one of those
rare women who just came and came until they passed out from sheer exhaustion? It
seemed impossible that this proud, educated woman could be like that and yet she
continued to quiver and groan, working furiously against the two hard-fucking cocks
that ceaselessly pounded into her wet, stretched passage. Again and again, they both
rammed into her, fucking into her faster until she gasped desperately for air. Her dark
hair danced and flew around her flushed face as she strove to get the maximum of
sensation from their steadily accelerating pace.
Then, suddenly', Eileen's brain reeled anew as she heard a low animal-like groan erupt
from deep in the throat of the sweating, pumping boy filling her ravaged cunt – with
his long suddenly swelling cock. She peered down between her heavily swaying breasts
to watch his glistening penis begin to throb out its boiling hot liquid deep up inside her
sucking pussy. She could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way as deeply into her
filled belly as it could go to shoot its hot flood of sperm far, far up into her wildly
contracting cunt. Then she saw the lewd white fluid of his youthful desire bubbling and
overflowing on his tightly-sheathed penis and down on the insides of her wide-spread
legs.
"Oh, Pa, I'm cumming... I'm cummmmming!" Warren shouted breathlessly out into the
air. He jumped hard up into her crazily a last time, causing her to jump from the pain
as the blunt head of his towering prick collided against her tender cervix, then he
collapsed back against the floor.
Eileen could feel the older man's hot load building up to the bursting point as his own
thick inflated cock tightened and flexed in her desperately-clenching rectum, and she
clamped even harder on it to speed on his orgasm. Suddenly she felt the white bubbling
river of his cum shoot with a spurting thud deep up against the inside of her rubbery
hot asshole as she pitched out of control with her own final orgasm, the excruciating
pleasure rippling through every bone and muscle of her tormented body in electrical
shocks. She could feel the jerking pulsation of his spewing cock as it emptied its deposit
of white juices deep, deep up into her still-contracting bowels.
A moment later, Jed Falk's huge deflating penis slipped limply out from her ravaged
rectum and she felt her muscles shudder violently as one final gush of pleasure rippled
through her exhausted body. Then, she fell limply forward to rest on Warren's heaving
chest.
For what seemed like hours, their panting filled the now otherwise silent room. Cream
like cum fluids oozed from her slowly closing anus, trickling down the soft yielding
crevice of her buttocks to mix with Warren's sperm over-flowing from her still
throbbing pussy-lips. She rolled off the sandy-haired youngster's body, softly groaning
as his withered penis slithered lifelessly from her used vagina, and she lay between the
sprawled forms of the father and his son, her smooth, perfect legs still open as the pink
loose folds of her vulva glistened with the sticky white sperm fluids.
Slowly, Eileen's senses began to return to her and her warm glow of contentment
started to fade as she suddenly realized that she had been treated like the lowest whore
by both Warren and his father. With returning bitterness, she wondered if the two men
would expect to be visiting her regularly, as Ruby and Malcolm had promised to do, to
use her desirable body whenever they felt the need. Or maybe they had further plans to
humiliate her that afternoon. After all she had been through in the past week, Eileen
doubted she could stand another attack on her bruised body and mind. She was just
about to rise from the floor when Warren lifted his head and began to speak.
"Wow, Pa, what do you think now? Wasn't that just the greatest thing ever?"
Eileen instantly braced herself for the scathing sarcasm die was certain was about to
come from Jed Falk's lips. She, too, was certain that the older man had enjoyed it but
she expected him to make some excuse, then revile her in front of his son, just as he
had done before. Well, didn't she deserve it? the gorgeous brunette shrugged mentally.
He had called her a slut before he had shoved his tremendous cock up into her then
virginal rectum and there was nothing she could do now but admit that it was probably
true. She had sunk as low as any woman could go that afternoon and the boy was
obviously the only one who did not realize it.
"It was fine, son... it really was," Jed Falk finally said, his voice amazingly gentle. 
"I'm afraid I owe this lady an apology."
Eileen was dumbstruck by what she heard. Unable to stop herself, she quickly opened
her eyes and stared unashamedly back at the gray-haired man. For the first time, she
began to realize that he was a very handsome man and she saw an infinite amount of
tenderness in his expression as he gazed at her. Without thinking, she cringed back
toward Warren as his father reached out toward her, but he merely laid his hand softly
on her naked hip and rubbed gently.
"You're a real woman, ma'am" he said softly. "I only wish I'd met someone like you
years ago, but I guess it wouldn't have mattered. I got too much work just tryin' to
make ends meet on the farm to do any courtin'. It's a pity I'm just about too old now..."
Eileen smiled warmly, understanding finally why this handsome rough-spoken man had
seemed so insensitive and harsh. It was not meanness on his part but only worry from
years of unaided struggling to raise a son without a mother and scrape out a living from
the worn-out land that had made Richland Crossing so poor. She unhappily
remembered her decision to leave the shabby little cross-roads town and wondered if it
would still be necessary. It would be almost too hard to leave behind the adventures
that she had found today. She had a feeling that Jed Falk was the kind of man she had
been waiting to meet all the years since she had so bitterly left college, and though he
had been brutal with her this afternoon, she suspected it was only because he too had
reason to be disillusioned. For a short while, she had felt at home with them, part of a
real family, but she dared not hope that it would be anything more than a single happy
memory, one isolated in all the lonely years of her life.
"You make me feel very good, Mr. Falk," die said gratefully. "I could never tell you
what I've been through in the last few days... but somehow this makes it all
worthwhile."
"What do you mean?" Warren piped up indignantly from behind her. "You mean you
really didn't like it yesterday? Pa said not to believe it!"
"Pa was right," Eileen chuckled, sobering quickly as she remembered the nightmare
experience of the night before. "It was something else... Some horrible people named
Ruby and Malcolm knew what happened between us in the afternoon and they came
over last night. It was awful! They forced me to do things that... I can't even talk about
it... They said they would come back again too, and if I didn't let them have their way,
they'd tell you what happened with Warren." Once again, the beautiful brunette
avoided Jed Falk's eyes in fear that she had finally convinced him that she truly did fit
into one of his two categories for women.
"That dirty bastard!" the gray-haired man exploded and Eileen tensed and she saw his
whole body stiffen with rage. "I've always known he was a no-good, hanging around
with that silly little slut, but this is too much! If only I could get my hands on him..."
"Yeah, Pa, let's go back home and get him right now," Warren said, his voice echoing
his father's fury.
Jed shook his head. 'The sheriff came by today and told me they got crazy-drunk last
night and wrecked the bar. They even ran off with all of Hank's money from the till.
Apparently, they're out of the county already, the damned fools."
Eileen felt almost giddy with relief at the good news. Unable to restrain herself, she
threw her arms around the older man's neck in joy. 'Thank God, then I can stay here,"
she bubbled happily. "I was afraid I'd have to go back to Chicago to get away from
them!"
"Chicago?" Warren's father exclaimed, pushing her away from him with mock
sternness. His brown eyes danced happily as he gazed down into her wide blue ones,
and he said determinedly, "You better not go to Chicago or anyplace for a few days.
We're gonna kill a turkey out at the place and someone's gonna have to help us eat it,
now that Malcolm's gone."
"Hey, where's Beanbag?" Warren suddenly exclaimed, leaping to his feet behind her.
Eileen broke away from the magic spell of Jed's eyes with difficulty and looked up at the
youngster in amusement. "His name's Lucifer, Warren, and he's probably sleeping on
my bed," she advised him, then added with a secret smile, "He's a good dog... he knows
when he's not needed."


Chapter 8

"Hey, Eileen, Pa-"
"It's Mrs. Falk in this classroom, Warren, and you're eighteen minutes late for class.
Now, what's your excuse?"
Eileen tried to look angry as she stepped away from the second – and third – grade
children she had been teaching when Warren arrived in the school room. It was
difficult for her to discipline him, not because he was a bad child, but now that she and
Jed had been married a month, she and the handsome youngster were in bed together
at least once a day. The constant transition from lover to mother to teacher was
sometimes a little confusing for her. Still, Jed often told her that she was doing a fine
job of raising the boy... when she could find any time to spend with him. It seemed that
she and her loving new husband spent more time exploring the joys of each other's
bodies than anything else. Jed had a little time to relax now that he could depend on
her salary to help them out with expenses and people in town were saying that he
seemed twenty years younger since they had been married. Eileen only knew that she
was glowing with joy... and she knew that this honeymoon would never end.
"Well, Sweetheart?" she said more softly now that she was out of hearing range of the
other youngsters. "What did your father say?"
"Man, you're not going to believe this!" he began excitedly, then grimaced as Eileen
held a warning finger to her lips. He went on more softly, "Sheriff Henderson came to
the house this morning and he said that they caught Ruby and Malcolm outside
Detroit. They had a panel truck and Malcolm was outside collectin' money for guys to
go inside and-"
"Warren! We're in school," Eileen gasped, glancing back over her shoulder to see if any
of the other students had heard. When she saw that they were all working quietly, she
turned back to her new stepson, asking in a whisper, "Are they bringing them back to
Richland Crossing?"
"No, dam it," he muttered angrily. "The sheriff said they'll have plenty of time to do up
in Michigan. Turned out, a lot of those guys were just high school kids."
"All right, go sit down and study for your geography test," she told him, turning away
to hide the sudden change of her expression. It was shocking and more than a little
frightening to hear that her two tormentors had finally been arrested and would
undoubtedly be imprisoned for doing exactly what she had done to young Warren. It
was incredibly ironic and a little too close for comfort. Even now, in December, almost
three months from the fateful day when she had first taken Warren home with her,
Eileen still could barely believe that things had worked out so well. It was only a little at
a time that she was able to accept that, after all these years, she had finally found a man
and a family who loved her as much as she loved them.
"There's something else," a voice said behind her and Eileen turned around, realizing
with a shock that Warren had not yet gone to his seat. The fair-haired youngster
grinned mischievously at her and said, "Pa wants to know what we're gonna do now
with that 'fool dog' of Ruby's."
Eileen blushed and remembered the night, not too long ago when she had finally
confessed to both Falk men about what had happened to her the night that Ruby and
Malcolm had blackmailed her. Far from being as shocked as she had expected, both
males had excitedly demanded a demonstration – claiming disbelief that any dog would
be trained that way. She had reluctantly given in, only to find out later that night, after
being fucked by the huge black dog, as well as by father and son, that they both knew
about Ruby's performing dog from gossip in the town. They had just been waiting for
her to find out about the animal's strange talents. It had been a good night, but then,
they all were good nights now...
"Well," Eileen said slowly, feigning thoughtfulness. "I suppose we'll just have to keep
old Lucifer. Not that I'm greedy, of course..."
"That's what Pa said you'd say," Warren said knowingly and walked off to his desk,
chuckling quietly as he went.


THE END
